Sierra is in darkness
with all boons yet we're barren in progress.
These ocelots that are stopping our success.
They have doom my nation
with there selfish political notion.
It angers me like cuckold effection,
for i see the jede being turned red.
Through my eyes i see the sham in them.
Covered with their political chicanery.
These chameleon country leaders.
Durring the last race they speak clearly,
of sham promises to the congregation.
Now they maunder to deliver.
The lions in Sierra are all dead.
At 51 we are still moving in charabanc.
Towards a future lead by chimera.
They all shall stand in chagrin like ghost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem