How can we live in a nation
with no ray of sunshine:
where corruption is like the tentacle
of a giant octopus that strangles
and the threat of war
is like a storm cloud loomed
on the nation's horizon?
Copyright 2024, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
I agree sadly the evil within leadership in some nations at times is like the grasping greedy tenacles of a giant squid, with powerful prey seeking grasping tenacles they attack sought victims, with cruel beak merciless ravenous they feed on victim flesh nations
I wrote the poem 'Giant Squid Feed On Victim Flesh Nations', inspired by the poem 'A Trickle Of Thoughts - 63', by the poet Rose Marie Juan-Austin and dedicated to Rose Marie Juan-Austin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Psalms 9: 17 The wicked shall be turned into , and all the nations that forget God.