We will be awoken from our slumber,
Awoken to the din of a distant thunder,
And skywards we will see,
Roaring pillars of smoke, penetrating clouds,
Obscuring the red rising sun,
An aspiration of man becomes,
A dawn of a new space age has begun,
Rockets to the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem and easy to understand. Great write. May invite you to read my poem called, The living and the dead.