Look there,
Amidst the battlefield of inebriation...
-Fallen soldiers-
Carcasses strewn
Carelessly:
Dominating trampled landscape
In their vibrant red plasticity.
Freely flowing, their wounds...
Stench of keg
- Stains -
Smoke-hazed air.
Reinforcements summoned in haste:
The Liquor Store Calvary stampedes to salvation,
Storming in with fresh, alcoholic artillery.
Soulja Boy cranks dat -
Super Man's dat hoe -
And the war wages willfully on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ahahahahahahahahaha.......loving the soulja boy reference...brilliant.....especially as the narrator in my head's voice was a cross between morgan freeman and stephen fry.excellent