I befriended the fire
and gracefully danced
with its flame
and at every nocturnal
moments of my faceless
and nameless fame
I saved my loved ones
from hunger that enslaved us
in our years of pain.
But that flame
I danced with
faceless and nameless fame
that saved my loved ones
from our years of pain…
was blown by the tyrant wind
when terror and fear
docked their fascist scheme
in this island of my fame
and made my dream
their captive ruthlessly imprisoned
by their tyrant reign!
but I am the master of flame
and with strings of fire
and strokes that blaze
the burning anger
of my freedom in chain…
I'll dance with the fire
and cast them away
from this island
in defeated name!
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear George, such a well penned prose poem....10+++++