As a blossom
winds across this spring,
take me away
into the blurs of a mist,
in a land of betrayal.
Along the roads of empty,
barking dogs on leash
within the blocks of solid walls
penetrating my heart,
with fear.
I glance their eyes in desperate,
peerless contact
from within the power of judgment.
They march with pride
our anthem shouts
and cries for our land!
one faced
on to that hand of our justice,
let us be brave
upon our tall stands,
with sharp uniforms
wearing guns
tall steel of marching boots,
we wave our star
for our mother land!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Would love some insight on the contrasts he is drawing - any comments would be great