Those people are the enemy.
Those are the barbarians.
They will always be at the gates.
Eternal avarice awaits.
Instinct must name the enemy,
otherwise he is within us.
He is the man in the mirror
who broke a sacred trust.
I see the dark, I see the light,
I see the stars, I see the night.
I see the grace, I see the sin,
a dual soul possesses men.
Greed and pride cannot be killed.
Barbarians are at the gate.
The war continues endlessly
till universe declares our fate.
I do not claim to know the path.
I struggle with my mortal wrath.
I cry and pray to kill the beast
that dwells within my human soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barry, love this poem! A very beautifully crafted, old-fashioned (in the way of Stephen Crane, John McCrae, or Robert Browning,) exploring the age-old questions of peace, war, and the other. Very relevant to today and everyday....Thanks so much.
Thank you. Very glad you liked it.