Perfectly positioned pillars
Pitched
In the blood
Stained
Painted
Drained
Hued from stone
Carved from bone
This altar is a throne
The bank of power alone
Upon which Mythology is overthrown
Taken from the profane
Whose very memory goes unnamed
Progress
With us
Sacrifice
With us
But don't fight
With us
Fight, though
For us
The altar of Americas
Horse drawn chariot of war
Twin white stallions
Instinct to advance
Progress
Beyond memory, family, or friends
These are the offerings this altar demands
May 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem