watching life pass by
on its convoluted path
its prophetic whispers
spoke to me of wrath
and all the daily rage
we forsake for love
the god’s bestow the gift
of a shield from high above.
when enemies batter away
at the chamber of your heart
let free upon this weapon
and witness them torn apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem