there is a storm on the horizon
corruption undermining polemics
Caesar's ghost is set loose
wandering the Senate chambers
revenge and proxy wars
stir global fires and terrorism
our most revered institutions
are occupied by tyrants and rogues
hungry lions wait to devour us
as the house divides itself for spite
no savior inhabits the grey cloud
the thunder is a cannon's echo
vows of service and protection
are hollow and lost in the wind
this arrogance of the powerful
cannot be allowed to endure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets always predict what is to come!