This covey of benighted knights
Enamoured of endless hurrahs
Jousted for fame on gold stallions
Sovereign chest gouged in unison.
Estate of cankered castles,
Stables of vile excesses,
The legacies of serfs.
Bulls of opinion charge back and forth;
Walls of rebuff, as matadors, slay.
The incense of purification gathers into a cloud
Its acrid smoke of retribution cries for justice
As sinners choke on regrets; gasping for a drink of mercy.
Anointed priest roots out confessions like rotted teeth with raw nerves
The sepulchres of greed bared with grave faces.
Skeletons of hideous deeds huddle up for the masses
Shrouds of earthed secrets unearthed.
Parchments are stained with venoms of forked pens
But unrepentant smiles beam into tired eyes
Mocking honour
Abasing duty
Damning judgment.
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I would like to translate this poem
Your metaphors are refreshingly unique. This is truly thought provoking.