What is destruction that illuminates?
It's war, that blades shines and brightens the blood.
Sparks of hate are more lasting than mandates.
Fiery sun does a seed make a bud.
As sparks fly they tend to burn what catches
For the sky is filled with a red glow
And so forth are cities turned to ashes
The flames art all consuming weaving woe
But war brings glory to the empire
And cities flourish with warmth and comfort
Lives will be more cherished and rise higher
And new life will be raised from the dirt
As lasting as humans are envious
Sparks will fly and wars will be tedious
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beuatiful selection of theme. It needs polish. You are going to become a great write one day. Remember me.