monsters groan hair in wrinkled gnaws…
hell chews hope in gnashed cash…
greased volcanoes sire rising screams…
burn of cyanide and bunkers reich…
flags star stud the roar of flames…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
burn of cyanide and bunkers reich…- - - - - - > now that is meaningful as well as attention getting