Lurching to cast shadows upon the past.
With stealth approaches seeking,
For hidden secrets to take and steal away...
From souls they disturb resting in peace.
Anthropologists assigned to find artifacts.
Or bones shown to have once known,
A thought process connected to values.
Something that identifies to their priorities lived.
And a searching through catacombs and crypts,
Encrypted reveals...
Treasured possessions left behind to rust.
Under dust.
After conflicts 'then' had ended.
Yet held protected in firm decomposed grips,
Are souls with their weapons resting near...
In eternal peace with notes to quote,
Their desires of peace most wanted to keep.
IF they should meet opposition in heaven.
'The gold. The jewels and other precious gems.
Let's collect them to keep our ancestry protected.
We must.
For the purposes not to be stripped, yet again...
Of our kept and treasured values.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem