(prophets of doom and gloom) ..200 poems mark
In tangled wires and mangled steel
We eke our kicks and life's feel
Sanity and reason burn at the stake
Dispatching demons to hell's gate?
The brawny adder lies in wait
Flicking tongue dementor's* sate
Raging fires rule our hate
Past the pangs of an empty plate
Anger and ire now mix with fire
Slogans and spells of events dire
If I wouldn't own it burn it down
damn the mutterings of our clown
Far far away Rushmore* gleams
A flotilla across an ocean steams
Torching others holiest things
Only helps a bad name brings
We haven't learnt our lesson yet
To burn our midnight's oil to get
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Torching others holiest things Only helps a bad name brings YES We haven't learnt our lesson yet...........and YES contemplation and organized sensible discourse is the ONLY way forward...we need such attempts in all genres...