one house crushed by tornado
another fallen in a cistern grave
still in others ghosts linger
can nothing of the past be saved
one town alien as youth
another foreign as the moon
still another lost in time
a beggar mumbling out a tune
a nation grown mute to grief
its spirit lost in coldest space
flag hung like a shameful head
forgotten pride is its disgrace
a flood is rising storms will blow
fire and death will fill the sky
no king absolves us with salvation
sword in hand as planets die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery. That's a sad picture of an inevitable doom.