2022.02.24.
Demise
How easy one hears of foreign downfallsHow heavy one takes the downfall of one's own country!
Of foreign ones it is but a faraway echo,
In your own it is a loud urge of death.
An urge of death, born out of hate
Conceived in revengeful spite and recklessness -
Now there is devouring, breaking and subdueing,
And even the best is lost in the fall.
That this country could not bear the victories -
The mills of God were grinding fast.
How terrible it has to pay now for the frenzy.
It was so tough when it beat the others,
So deaf to their victim's death laments -
How will it now bear being the victim