Hard villiany rides against us;
Flashes of echoes clutch the sirens screaming.
Keen rubber burns with a wail;
An epiphany along the lane.
All witnesses and streets - to woe.
Pigs cowards! Rules! In my dust, be gone!
Sweet gentle prey, do not cry, hypocrites!
Your kingdom -already- was in ruins.
Soldiers of law rally the rear view,
Lovers - left to right and death,
Weaving lengthy trails with me
Awe, destruction and freedom.
Roaring us over on all cylinders,
Counting our dead. Cursing our citizens.
Damning our democracy -
So faster and harder ride with me
Until fate or failure takes us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem