in the trenches together yesterday
burying comrades in shallow graves
burying kith and kin in shallow graves
the tree of freedom by blood watered
the supreme sacrifice that was
today at each others' throats
when did the derailment start
today turned into water and oil
a square peg in a round hole
the difference between night and day
now the fish in the throes of death
having been long out of water
when was the freedom train derailed
on the tracks the gravy train taking its place
the liberation train must be back on tracks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're a real and admirable writer. I admire the way you choose the words and fix them together. Kudos brother.
i really want to be a great communicator
thanks bro. i just have to do my bit. do i have an option