The mob...
an amorphous amalgamation
of random individuals
unthinking..
too easily forged
to weapons
by hidden hands
and hardened hearts
once shouted
CRUCIFY HIM
without hesitation
the echoes yet heard
through centuries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Anthony henriques. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.