A long time ago with monstrosities,
A godly prince once reigned with slight bend.
Opening his doors to a wide variety of
Colourful textiles, he concentrated on speech.
Speaking badly, the prince wanted language
To be designed by the heart and tongue.
He desired the lusts of speech, meaningful talk,
Attending abilities of the exoteric and esoteric.
This day, we see royal princes in rebellion
Due to feeling speeches, active words,
And special hearts of such ground green.
The long happenings constitute warfare,
But the wars have been spoken when defied.
The going is pestering best advice,
Those with life-blood ponder willingly,
And so the pondering continues not breaking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive work, and all-encompassing of the principal elements of good literary composition...Structurally as fluxive as silk on satin..Sophisticated parlance and an all-too-true storyline fuels this pen-gem ~FjR~