In dreams, I see Heaven's angels crying.
I see discarded, wanton worlds on fire.
I see hypocrites deny their desires.
I see blood flow from land mines and barbed wires.
I see Love sacrificed on pleasure's altar.
I see vile tribes persecute 'the other'.
In dreams, fascists are burying the light.
I see them call on creatures of the night.
I see Christ like figures nailed to crosses.
I see weapons bring about great losses.
I see the future and it's an abyss.
I see the darkness of the serpent's kiss.
I see bold art and poetry dying.
In dreams, I see Heaven's angels crying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem