Running away.
Sweating.
Gasping for breath.
And terrified.
Is the look,
In their wide opened eyes.
In fear they are.
Refusing to accept,
The appearance...
Of the approaching storm of truth.
Leaving no one,
To hide their delusions.
Threatening to have them stripped away.
And scream they do.
Maniacs created.
Fed on deception and false beliefs.
Yet reject they do the reality of truth.
As they rush to be crushed under a bus.
Proving themselves forever loyal.
To the one who has driven them,
Irreversibly crazed, mad and protesting.
Defiantly denying,
The effective magnitude...
Of their insanity.
Running away.
Stumbling over each other and terrified.
In fear.
As the approaching storm,
Of overwhelming truth...
Nears.
And their screams?
Deafening they are to hear them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem