broke down,
system.
faces peeled,
razor knives.
hands cut off,
feet bloodied.
mouths open,
gulping air.
eyes plucked out
by the lies.
souls bartered
for a cup of rice.
flags burning,
bodies strewn.
the well oiled wheel,
turns in spite.
no god,
could bear to look!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a really cool write. the last two lines are very chilling and leave an impact to remember, but that's what your aiming for. Nice work!