This saber toothed monster
on the prowl grinding everything in sight
tearing their flesh with its powerful tooth
in its eyes you see such ferocity
we are looking hopeless in his sight
shadows of honest men is rarely seen
for the truth is far from the scene
many a government has been devoured
democracy, theocracy, and every other cracy
fighting it alone is martyrdom
We can at least close our doors when we see it coming
We hope on God but not with folded hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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