Terror!
Like lions comoing out from the flooding of a river;
On every side.
Desolation!
Of the reproach;
And, of our sins on this earth.
Curses!
Afflictions,
With hatred and war on every side.
Illicit,
Evil!
With the muse of the devil always in your mind;
As you pick up the gun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem