At your last Reich
At the meridians seams
You killed the god
That innocence dreams
You plucked the shade
That nudity made
Echoing shame
Like wordless blame
The pastels have bled
The Earth can't recall
If Mankind was king
Or Pawn at the Fall
Time burns the days
And still they can see
What's given to Death
Cannot be made free
The solemn sands
Scream like the grave
Inglorious truth
Sublime price to pay
Ridicule faith
Besides who are they
Enthralled to a past
That makes us all slaves
At your last Reich
At the meridians seams
Your Philistines
Loved Death like a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Full of poetic verses, what else we can say than a concentrated poetic poem? hmmm.._Unwritten Soul