Oh, how the heart aches for Oklahoma,
As, in a moment, the nation's pulse was stilled.
Here innocence smeared with spattered blood
Staggered bewildered in the morning light.
Were not our spirits shattered then
By evil more twisted than coiled debris?
But then, amid smoke and scorch of flame,
Proud Oklahomans rekindled our hopes.
No instrument of death nor might or blast
Can sever the will of great Oklahoma.
Here upon this ground again shall rise,
More than a structure of mortar and steel,
But a spirit, impenetrable and sovereign,
As your sons and daughters, Oh, Oklahoma!
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I would like to translate this poem
This poem is my fav - amy,13