Acquired act on anarchy is all
we are able to arrive at
in our quest to create peace
and cure cultural curses that
have, just like an hurricane,
blown away the heroism inherited
from our forefathers, who treaded
with utmost vigilance to
vanquish with vengeance the
violence evil people would
avail to them. Leaders likewise
leave no lean line in their wake
as high level of sleek looting
allow for nothing but failure of
facts to prevail faint and a sound-
frail hope heaving a heap of
disillusionment, a deathblow
to the already dead if not dying
people who dared to dream but didn’t
stand a chance of cherishing their so
much chased prospects of prosperous
future. This is not another failure story
but a fine feeling of what is left
of our unlucky land, a looming
loss of light and dawn of damning
darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem