The future is not bleak at all,
the explosion has been a triumph,
the political murder of a princess
with filed teeth.
A dark horse has been
sentenced to death by
fellow prisoners.
His crimes? A dark secret?
No, food for a week.
The trend is downwards,
an uncontrollable state,
Wild and violent
a wealth of poverty.
18th October 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem