Two dozen soldiers marched along
Pushing through the swaying throng
Their weapons poised and set to fire
These ruthless hard nosed ‘guns for hire’
They aim and press the trigger tight
Spewing out a flash of light
Spreading fear just like a nazi
The relentless gang of paparazzi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's an interesting way of viewing paparazzi. accurate tho. i give you props for being able to write a poem a day. i'm having a hard time doing 2 every week :)