How will it end?
With the smell of brimstone?
Will it end in great gatherings,
Or in defiant dignity, aloof and alone?
Will it all end with a display of defiance,
Or Will it all end with a cringe and a simper?
The brave might defy…The weak meekly cry
But the world will die…with a bang and a whimper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem