Near a calm lake,
long night waiting for day,
clock on its slow pace,
like hourglass and its sand—
Sorrow carved on ivory teeth,
wounds on back,
and revenge on its way.
The guns blaze,
metal dripping out of furnace;
Every burst carrying a flare,
and every empire trembling in its way:
Whipped land, drenched in pain,
The Lion in shackles,
and fate making wheel to rotate.
Grown on woes, creeping in fog,
Venom they put in my veins—
On an isolated voyage,
what I became:
Armageddon I carry in my mind and hand,
Wake me up, when it's over.
o suffering through revolutionary mind you live all behind where destroyed all kind illegally on hand of blind //// great
Many congratulations for this fabulous poem being put on board today! Full marks
It expresses the feelings of so many of us. When will the violence end? Very heartfelt poem. Yes and a very good poem too, Hanan.
Whipped land, drenched in pain, Tiger in chains, and fate making wheel to rotate...touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
Wow! This is super-poetry. I hope AArmageddon wakes me up too
Near a calm lake! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I am really moved by reading this poem which is an emotive outflow of mixed feeling from the deepest of the heart. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Chandan
Tiger in chains, and fate making wheel to rotate. Grown on woes, creeping in fog, Venom they put in my veins— On an isolated voyage, what I became: Armageddon I carry in my mind and hand, Wake me up, when it's over...nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great poem of the day, Hanan. Congrats for being chosen.....10++++++++++