Writing to a standard,
embattled in time,
his words both sparse and dire
All targets in sight,
his focus most dear,
new readers to inspire
His argument made,
with phrases reborn,
the verdict theirs to choose
All time on the run,
his will to attack
—with nothing left to lose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem