The galloped bonfire
the land at sixes and sevens
the dogs unleashed below the belt
crowned on the celibate cathedra
swerve- the bilbo of power.
The fears,
the cracking walls,
the silence
and the floods,
the hunger and cries
of orphans-children;
the torture,
the killing,
the abuse,
the corpses lined,
discriminations, isolation,
the injustice
of the courts,
the ethnocentricities,
no rules, no rule of law.
Awoke horror strucked,
What things one does dream?
All In my dream
Fantastic write..i enjoyed the ecstasy free flowing like beats in your poem..well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flow of ideas i liked and felt like whirlwind of poetry..keep on writing great verses...