Translated…
It Was Not Worth it, Incinerating the Youth, and One’s Future
Who’d Lit Up that Torch You’d Turned Your Heads Toward Heavens and Asked
How, are We Supposed to, Put it Out
If You’re Lucky
You Will, Get Past that Extreme Border
And, Turning Back Became the Survivors’ (Do Push Harder, Toward that Finishing Line)
No Matter What the Road of Recovery Looked Like
It Will Be, Filled with Many Perils
But, You Will Have, that Heart of the Warrior
With the Passions, Shining, Brightly, Like Diamonds
With the Strengths of the Seas, Putting Out that Scorching Plain
Because on that Island
There is Someone Who Prays for You, Whom the Person Had Never Met
Some Had, Shed the Tears that Turned into Rivers, or the Stars for Your Sake
And, Some May Not be Able to, Squeeze Out One Drop
How, Do We, Calculate the Makeup of a Single Droplet of Tear?
For the Sakes, of an Absurd Fire that’s Burning, or, for an Island, Where Absurdity Grows on
Some, with Their Hands Together
But, You’d Had, the First Taste of
This Weird, Wacked-Out Life
Some, with Their Hands Together
But, Those Who Entered into the Blazes
Must be Saved, from the Bodies of Water
For This
We Would, Use the Tears from Our Souls, or the Raindrops from the Early Morning Hours
Call on, Oceans After Oceans
With the Starry Night Skies All Prepared
Someone Continued, Praying for Your Sake
The Time Held Its Breaths
And, People are, Entering into This, Prayer Vigil
And so, this is telling us not to lose hope, perhaps, from the recent results of the presidential election, who knows. But, you can sense, that despair, that desire to be saved, to get rescued, that sense of desperate hopelessness about life, can’t you? But, there will, always be HOPE, if we can all, make changes in ourselves, for the better.