Here comes danger, a soldier in
civilian atire.
Here comes danger, a lion heart
with a dove face.
Here comes danger, a storm with
a sweet song.
Foolishly they made a son of the
gun king and expected slow tune.
His eyes while too dim to see a teardrop.
His followers shout Messiah to every of
his move, yet tears fill their hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem