The poor sentence was alone
Without a paragraph, a context
Or reason for being
Independent, quite insufficient
And certainly unappealing.
But brandished in a poem
Titled, with a new coat of
Arms, it stood proudly
A force to be reckoned with
Fired with the mettle of the age.
(Previously published in Some Words: A Place For Poetry, June 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True like the props on the stage play