Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn,
old voices went astray
And fast on the morning of no return,
final judgment came to stay
Crashing like a wave was the prophet's voice,
this time not to be ignored
Washing away all excuse and false remorse
with damnation
—forgotten Lord
(Grantham New Hampshire: March,2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Old voices go astray. Many forget Lord but still certainly all further pray him to recover them from sufferings...10