How true!
            I couldn't help but shed a tear,
              For your courageous words  
                    And my own fear.
                A young girl of eighteen,
       So vigorously expresses every theme.
         Do I deserve this beautiful gesture,
      Of words and terms in a glorious mixture.

           Your devil's color in my veins,
      While mine compared to many saints.
                    One Savior indeed;
                 One God created greed.
         Abel was overpowered by his blood,
       While Noah managed to flee the flood.
Sadly not all good creatures triumph in the name of love,
     In my time, not even the pure, white dove.

      Where invisible creatures are our terrors,
         Not kings, nor dukes, nor pharaohs.
      Burning buildings cleft grounds of safety,
      As claims for peace are much too hasty.
      On this continent of comfort, rich and joy,
       No distinction between a girl and a boy.

 Nevertheless I dare hope for a single ray of light,
       To a time of equality, and love's delight.
         You may call me a fool for believing,
     Though irony was never caught achieving.
       So I will follow my own path of dreams,
  As you did yours in wondrous poetic streams.