Has the ball finally fell to rest
Upon your stately, broken breast?
Has the golden trumpet lost it’s tune
Amongst the flowers all in bloom?
The swine eat greedily at your flesh
They drink your blood, so sweet and fresh
Yet they hold your torch within their hands
So they may burn the foreign lands.
You were once the face of liberty
Now you’re lost in a bloodstained sea
So bon voyage my wise, trusted friend
For I fear you have met your end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
It is a symbolistic poem, very well written. The noble soul of the poet is evident and the words have the necessary depth to convey the message.Lovely to read......10+++++++++