Thirty three points of light
On your Navy blue rag
Adorn the sky on high
Is your mind affected?
Can you see through
The distorted haze?
Conflicted men in suits
Co-opted enforcers in day glo
Drones go buzzing by
Poor folks wonder why
Thirty three points of light
Tattooed on a proud hag
Makes you want to cry
Crux Australis looks best
In a starry night sky
Beyond the hands of evil pests
That is where
It is meant to fly.
JG Bonhomme,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Jason. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.