What dresses up Chaos,
What marks her attire?
What intricate details
Vent out her desire?
Such intense Agitation
Express her raiment-
The mantle of Disruption
Frills her rowdy garment,
Her veneer has no rule
She just wears on a Mob,
The subtle cloak of fools
Who just beat up and rob
Others of their due peace
Imposing out their style.
When Chaos seeks release
It will be noisy for a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting and entertaining write as chaos has power to destroy and thrill people! !