Ode To Victor Hugo (20)
By: Freeyad Ibrahim
The Fog of War-Waterloo
There is no logic in the flow of the flood
The army fronts are like waves on
The seashore
Advancing and retreating Regiments
Battalions are like puffs of smoke
At a given place there was a given object
Look for it again and it is gone.
To depict a battle, we need a painter
with chaos in his brush
He who was accurate at noon
Is a liar by 3 o'clock
Geometry is misleading
Only the tempest is true
No narrator can fix
The exact shape of that ugly cloud
That is called Battle
Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
January,2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem