Letters
Ambassadors of human spirit
Souls sublime of free hearts
Electricity of minds
The tap roots anchoring our collective sanity
Our gasps for fresh air
The warriors of non violent aggression
Wars of dissent
Volcanoes of emotions
The hot springs of creative eruptions
They too have been poisoned
Nay
They want our mouths to be muzzled
Minds to be closed
Souls to be dead
Tongues to be sealed
And hearts to be frozen with fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hot springs of creative eruptions. good poem. thanks.