In the hint of time I stare
Looking beyond country walls with fear
That I may not see the fair
Representation of my dare
Coughing out in muff
A sight made out of death
With little songs of birth
To quench the years of death
Alas I asked
Why my nation sucked
To the wild breed that killed
And it all comes back to the masked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Desmond. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.