Winged of fire and flames,
hawks of hostile hatred perch
on thrones of ashes.
A deep metaphorical poem depicting the vice of unnecessary war and hate crimes. Very sombre and lurid. Great to read u again.
This is a complex poem despite its brevity. The way I read it is the birds of hate have not only ravaged the space of their victims but their own space as well. Their home base has been reduced-to ashes, like the realms they attack, they will have nothing to come home too, and nothing to build on. And yet their behavior has not changed. They are still aggressively staging their battles of conquest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a drab and metaphorical rhyme...................its a beautiful and deep write............. ..........Lovely