The fire burns in his stubborn eyes;
Eyes that project the story
of his unfaltering determination
and his unforgiving desperation.
He fights like a savage in the night
to be at the pedestal’s eminent height.
Fear? He knows of no such term,
for fear is what will get you burned.
He’s the man you love to hate;
The man you burn on your stake.
But there’s one thing you can’t deny;
He’s who you want when it’s on the line.
(March 24,2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Martyred many times must be He who would keep his country free. Or so Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote in a poem about St. Joan of Arc, who did die at the stake, and thus I am reminded of that reading your poem. Keep it up.