Scepters
crowns and
mace have
into
debris
put our
finest
realm of
peace and
break our
ribcage.
bulls have
barred us
all from
knowledge,
health and
roads and
jobs; like
anti
Christ who's
barred from
saints and
pious
people.
We are
sparkling
under
power
outage
just like
fire flies.
fraudsters
always
honoured.
How can
scarecrow
lead a
nation? ? ! !
We must
struggle,
keep on
talking
until
good and
honest
leaders
come to
power.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem