Kings of the earth, don't be so blind!
Don't lose your poor mind!
The crown of Death is shining bright,
His mantle spreads behind.
Its scarlet baize with black and white
Has covered the world.
Kings of the earth, do stop your fight,
Wars in the name of gold!
While the pandemic's splashing wide,
The globe is getting sick,
You, cunning people, keep in sight
It makes your foes weak.
For people's lives without sleep
They're fighting night and day,
But six feet under is too deep
And late to keep away.
You want to benefit from it
Just to secure your thrones.
Kings of the earth, restrain your greed!
You're dancing on the bones!
Still, it's not you who calls the tune.
Get real! It's not your ball!
Nobody knows, but maybe soon
Your own crowns will fall.
Such a wonderful poem. Loved reading it. 'While the pandemic's splashing wide, The globe is getting sick, You, cunning people, keep in sight It makes your foes weak.'... is so nice. Thanks for sharing.
A very pertinent and timely voice, coming from a bemoaning land. Thanks for the very inspiring and eye opening poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Galina. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks