Lets be without flag
Lets know we've got no pride in our togetherness
That the wind may blow our stupidity
Far and wide to all land of men
Where our old glories
Are been sung.
Let them know our situations
That we are men without love
Children that cannot take care of father's house
After glorious exits
People with conflicting visions
That use guns and bombs
That makers hardly used
In championing wind like aims.
Not half mast, but out of the symbolic staff
That stood regardless of time
That the roving wind may be disappointed in his ageless play
And tell the world
What we are now
Maybe desired change will come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is very symbolic, and I love it! The theme is similar to one of poems titled Dancing With Our Follies! It is a very nice one. Thanks for sharing! ! !