We live in an iconosphere
Burdened with anxiety and fear
Heroes arise, our hopes remain,
But four years on, no dragons slain.
Heroes arise promising hope but of no avail....... no dragons yet dead....... thank you very much for this poem.
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I would like to translate this poem
And some of our Icons have an annual feast in Aussieland! Crocodile testicles are all they deserve! No St Georges there. Did you invent icoosphere? If you did, it's brilliant! Brilliant verse anyway. Great fan of Lewis Carroll.