There remain no honorable gods left
who are pure of thought;
only a small army of faith filled poets
with yellowing teeth
and bleeding gums.
These few elegists deriving
their faith and marching orders
from empty moonshine bottles
of once free spirits;
distilled from the coagulated
blood drained from centuries
of dead soldiers....
This is all we have left from the once
abundant fields of our prosperity.
We have failed to fulfill our roles
as the appointed good stewards
of the heavens and have become
nothing more than drunkards
of a fatal dose of power….
2008 © TS
Your eloquently descriptive usage of words 'alone', make this poem - A *10*! ! best regards, Friend Thad
Very impressive use of words, whatever your viewpoint. Congratulations!
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I would like to translate this poem
the world is changing fast, and i wonder if we will look back in a few years and recognized this far away place, makes me wonder where we stand........a dare to dream when out in the cold write ted, ...most excellent...... we have to shake the tree of liberty and see what falls down on us all