The essence of England on a fitting sunny day,
Was about to be blown away.
Anyone in sight was a target to die, ,
Innocence counted for nothing as ‘pellets of death' fly.
Carnage was done, the Devil had been and gone,
But his hellish act will remain on..
August.1987
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very striking. It's easy to see the passion expressed here