Weary warriors wobbled home
Wearing kilts, drag pitchforks
Villages pillaged into ashes
Bones, altars desecrated
Gods ending in sacks
Some became tools
Some into heathen
Trinkets, briskets
Calloused hear
Doleful dirges
Fear merged
Crystalline
Heritage
Divinity
Awake
Forsake
Happiness
Comes within
Coffers emptied
Me with you, alone
Mythical firebreathers
Defying gods of nations
Punishment for aggression
Demolition, derelicts, notions
Defiant disruptions of systems
Gamefication, cash in breakdowns
Upheavals of foundations, affections
Hi Robert. Thank you, I am really glad you liked the poem despite that background intro, :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb poem! S-u-p-e-r-b!
Hi Kostas, I was actually thinking of you when I wrote this, and the disparity of ancient beliefs and current godless mindsets. Is it a degenerative generation?