Where’s the next Cecil b DeMille
where do I the artist find
creative intuition and
the astute perceptive mind
Am I to be like some before
ignored until I perish
passed over save for poverty
in death my life they cherish
My demise will open eyes
posthumously regaled
whilst during life I endure strife
on manhood I’m impaled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem