Lions,
They prowl like savage-inclined
Ravens,
Flying manic circles over praying
Serpents,
Slithering a discrete sly around towering
Bears,
Feeding on the warm, sumptuous flesh of Anarchist
Monarchy,
Weeding out the poverty stricken
Rebels,
In term, refuse order from the snakes –
No More –
But the Lions are still at the door,
Knock, Knock.
-1/18/2010-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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