The paw of anarchy,
Seems to be everywhere in the city,
Bloodshed is become a phenomenon,
So typical, so common.
Being killed the innocent people are,
As if mosquitoes they were,
Mayhem reigns like the cloud murky,
Leaving the taciturn homeland bleed profusely.
When shall the flag of justice flutter?
When shall humanity triumph over?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the bloodied street cry everyday.with the tears of the dead souls.we are all guilty of these massacre.what have we done wrong? How did it come to this? Thank you for a sad but wonderful poem.