Destinies are up in the air, daily now
Speeches with consequences prevail
Dragonflies now replace the lofty Monarchs
While warring word factions, still assail;
Excuses for the name calling are getting old
As inner bitterness destroys the once sweet
With hands that tear down semi-repaired bridges
With surface damage- near complete;
An angry breeze still lingers there
Where the forces of night still want to fight
Relentless in it's stubborn viscous bile
Wearing away all sources of goodness and light;
Clouds form over the old wounds that had nearly healed
A thunderstorm builds near a half-formed scar
Breaking loose what had tried to mend itself
Now the gales form with billowing sounds of war;
By, Theodora Onken
January 30,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you, David Very kind of you Theo