All insistence is displayed and when so-
All resistance will unveil Suns tomorrow;
Prognosticator's Grid-line their Cyber War,
Procurators hammers, sickles reign no more;
Ash, char and ember flecks is all we'll be;
Darkness chokes the breath from you and me.
~FjR~
MMXVI
The wickedness of war! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never a happy ending. From chaos born to ash oblivion go. This at least we know. So well perceived and communicated by this poem.