Feathers of salvation
Brush against all devastation
Lightening the load
Childish actions
Deserve better reactions
Than a quieting of the plight
Scratching from the night at the window
Gasping frigid air
Rattling to enter the screamers lair
To quiet the storm
Wild intentions
Twisting and wrenching
To shake apart seams of ignorance
Dependent on a government of right
Everything has a bite
Even the gentle sting of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine write and nicely crafted words.............