A boundless surface circles the earth
And it`s just a stain on the universe.
Where its left and right come together hence
But its aliens march their separate ways.
Each mounting up wealth and depleting faith
In the name of god and what they may face.
But the aliens, or the one and only beast
Have not prospered and is looking for feast.
So their chosen ones raise up their gears
And draw attention toward what they fear.
So from the faithful hence rises a legion
And their fierce steps tremors the region
The two legion of faith march toward their prize
And pride have masked their demise with the lies.
The great and the one, the one and only god
Never stood close or with agent of blood.
But the hooded hero who clouded the light
Greets us with greed and heavy rain of blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poem, Mohsen. Thanks for sharing. Peace