Gone is the time where honor ruled all
Where all one had to do was admit defeat to be spared
Now we are like dogs to death’s beck and call
No longer are we for the people whose problems we would bare
Instead it is the greedy and power mad we follow
Killing and maiming to see other men cry
As they sit on their thrones empty and hollow
Smiling a jackal’s grin as their enemies die
But my sword I shall lift no more
For my eyes have seen too much blood for ignoble dreams
I shall repent my killing ways upon this sandy shore
Never again to do the biding of evil fiends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it depends on our own mind if the time has gone or not)))) for us, for our souls.... I like your poem. there is something to think about...