Looked for a surface
to Lay his fists on,
looked for a face
to Vent it upon
'Why do they not understand! ' (thinking throughout)
And in the second second
Soaked Metal with
bloods of three friends
and had his, mixed with their's
all over his palms
'Why do you not understand? '
rage took a shout...
High on adrenaline
cocaine to his brain
fire in his brawn
he swung it hard
swung it again
tried hard to stop
tried to contain
war within, war without!
he was but a dying star
Had to explode
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem