Naked stands David's form
encircled by a lecherous storm
Basilicas shadow draws so long
Gone now those, so holy strong
That held the scepter at the pews
In chirpy choirs sipped at dews
With so many churches Florence strewn
Under those amazing domes just a few
At buss stations some soulful jazz
in the piazzas above razzmatazz
Doors soar up to lofty arches
winding alleys in daytime dark
Cobble stones echo clickety clack
A soulful howl in a drippy shack
fear and pain from masters whip
Chinking chains from a slave ship
echo glorious buildings a telling wail
rings through blood a curdling tale
Original
12-12-12
Islamabad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Refreshing piece resolved from refreshing memories after back from Italy...Glad a great place like this indulge your poetic expression! _Soul