Sounding like thunder billowing into a quiet night, slowing down into a silent current of a river that turns up out of nowhere.
Rescuing an interior spiritual life from evil and corruption that's been filling this world, smiles having been erased by politically correct people with hatred in their hearts.
Rhythms taking off, looking for a renewal of justice and the rule of law once again through the United States Of America's Constitution.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem