Is this it
Am I the one?
They’ve been waiting for
The death of drought,
I am the slayer
Will they also see?
That I am also
The purveyor of destruction
Will the buildings cry in relief?
As I rip them stone from stone
Their streets cry as I rip the cobble from the stone
Will the people cheer and play
Without the fear
As I rip flesh from bone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem