For Amnesty, Clemency and Asylum
In the violence of change,
all people die and live,
where a fountain once stood,
next a portcullis,
next a moat,
the pardon was
granted, and the siege was lifted
and we all fade away.
The pardon was sealed
and the treaty was welcomed.
He ascended the arch, to fall
again quickly, on his way down,
he seen the lie in fruition
and murmured that something
is certainly wrong.
The laughing array, gathered
and chastised, the falling man,
but felt themselves ruining,
on a summer's eve, a pardon was granted,
executions were sentenced, some man just died
-but a nation damned themselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant poem, John. Thanks for sharing