The flag of forgotten principles
Hangs somber above the waste
Casting shadows upon the negligent
Throngs of the same expressionless face
Could this be the epilogue
The pall of a sorry becoming
We mourn the olden glory
Back when we still believed in something
Hubris took the tired reins
This ever-growing lesion
Consumes the world with dogma
And topples the crumbling, long-lost reason
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done poem.Well expressed.Keep sharing Col Muhammad Khalid Khan