The sly man's perch
A filth ridden, ghostly plane.
A clenched fist and acid rain.
The play that everyone loves and hates
A bluffing man that keeps his face
Loving hate, and killing promise
Fighting for their precious ignorance
Never right, yet Never wrong
Every lie, with every song
Ringing bells, to sound the call
Flocks fly in, for death to stall
It's Propoganda, Spitting lies
Through its death, Reason thrives
great poem Mark on a very controversial subject, especially today where non-believers will perish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an insightful poem....The imagery and language are apt and strong...