From afar I see fire burning
of rage, anger and jealousy
Wrecking was the name of the game
Gone haywire and havoc untamed.
I see structures destroyed and gone
MUSIC and collections all burned
All crushed and DESTROYED to pieces
Nothing left, no broken traces.
I see bridges and roads vanished
The glitters all gone now tarnished
The wings clipped and broken too
The sky is dark turned gray and blue.
I just stood there and watched
THERE WAS NOTHING I CAN DO
For a while I paused and pondered
Can nothing be done, I wondered???
For some people who don’t seem to care
The signs are seen all over
And chaos reigned when not sober
Hearts turned cold like frozen river.
Was it really a NIGHTMARE?
For a past beautiful to stare
What on earth could have been the cause?
THE TIE THAT BINDS WAS SIMPLY LOST.
As scattered and broken pieces lay
What else can a being do?
When the WHIMS of others take control
Who would likely take the fall?
(Clifforce Poetics 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem