Smack! Whack! Ta!
Looking like idiots we go a clapping.
All arsenals released,
ears tuned to the familiar annoying whizzing,
as limbs go supersonic in search for angry retribution.
Haywire we go, all senses befuddled.
Welcome Pain!
We greet, as callused hand, meets tender flesh
provided its rewards are,
a beautiful bloody smear of black and red.
Foul smelling concoctions.
Forget! We’ll endure.
If to vanquish, we must lose sleep
then gladly we’ll keep vigil.
Bed sheets blooded, alas, be not deceived.
This sadly is no deflowering.
Never ending, never ending
The foe masses, never ending,
hordes uncountable yet never ending.
Dusk embraces cold, we man our stations.
Forward! To meet the elusive fiends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the Devil found Adam too happy Snoring in Eden like a royal prince He let loose these insects singing And man has not slept well ever since............ Great humor in your poem.....keep your pen busy