A hero shares out equally
his captured blood
eyes glazed with
generous determination
drunk with battle
safe now in the arms of adoration
this feeder breathes in
the blood soaked desert
dry throated in
vanished compassion
row upon row of talons sparkle
sharpened by the gnawing hunger
of the patriots stone
craving relief for
the squeaking wheel
of the American dream
the sun colors the evening clouds
as was in ancient Rome
glory paling under
a similar sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant highly insightful poem! A superb piece of your wonderful poetry.Thank you