Napalms are flying like dragons
the fire of incomprehensible murder
Death is closing by
a click away
rattles of guns
shakes of the magazines
ferocious killings on the neighborhood
drenched by a baby's weep
the lost and the homeless
the restless and the lunatics
cried in a manic fashion
for the beast has come
flame on its turrets
blood on its wheels
evident, it has killed many
innocent, manipulated spirits
thunderous rampage as it goes by
the childrens watch in horror
as the Beast sends many to their Gods.
an explosion. another cry.
a childish game
played with manly rules and worldly greed
and then one day
there will be no more weeps
we have come to an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, a very sensitive issue man killing man for power and greed welcome to poemhunter the more the merrier...