The structures of our development
stand like pillars in the sand
waiting for some strong winds
to blow them over into dust.
Words of some stronger force
are sown like seeds across the land
to be trampled on
with every step we take.
Shafts of lightning are thrown
to lighten up the way
as we move ever onward
to where our destiny prevails
and our truths will be known.
20 October 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem