Reinforced by the endorsement,
Of manufactured weapons.
On display and threatened to use.
And millions of lives later to lose.
But prepared to declare all heros.
For the sake of a kept image.
With it wished and wanted,
As the greatest symbolized...
Replication of God.
To perceive forever.
Even beyond eternity.
Although missing from the equation,
Are those made to endure and suffer...
Through the bluster and bolster,
Of one flawed with a mental instability.
And followed by many enchanted.
"Where on Earth are you going?
With sandals on your feet.
And wearing a crown made of thorns."
-I am heading to the rally.
To make another re-election speech.
But this time,
However...
I want everyone there,
To capture the full effect...
Of my essence.
And who it is I represent.-
"What is going on inside your head? "
-Hopefully the sounds,
Of lightening heard striking.
And the roar of thunderous applause.-
"Well...
You didn't hear this from me.
But...
You have begun to take yourself,
A bit too seriously."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem