You try to mask your given voice
in what's perverse and then profane
But truth speaks only for itself,
your costume tattered-seamstress blamed
This great parade, a grand charade,
your song a flattened chord
Its final line to seal your fate,
—perdition now assured
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the line 'your costume tattered-seamstress blamed' This is a strong poem- perdition- damnation. I see this as a searing judgment of a person who hides behind their words- their true nature. 'Your song a flattened chord' to me means that the person who does the judging easily sees through the layers because really, there aren't any. Interesting use of musical imagery...conveys the perception well. Thanks Kurt. Well done.