Thanks to my brother Mike
Original poem in English
A force far deeper than our anger
Elemental as a storm,
Annihilating all before it.
Terror does our rage inform.
This ancient self feels we are threatened
Runs to rise and to protect;
Most murderous when we’re most alarmed
Rage an enemy detects.
Over-riding other feelings,
Depriving us of wits to think
Like a nuclear tsunami
Disconnecting human links.
Reddened vision,focused,narrowed
Eyes locked onto enemy.
All the wider context losing,
Wiping out good memories
Like a mother tiger fighting,
With the cornered eagle’s force
We will destroy what we think other
Without feeling our remorse.
Nature gave this to protect us;
Yet our perception’s often wrong.
Once the flood of feeling takes us
All reflections seem too long
Later, if we see our victims,
Will we know when we have erred?
For hate deceives ourselves and others
When our inmost terror’s bared.
How can we step back and ponder,
See life from a wider view?
How can we become less blinded,
See our world and see it new?
Succumb not to final despond.
Succumb not to your despair.
Often there are some who see.
Often some preserve their care.
Tempered by reflective wisdom
Rage can calm when understood.
When we find another being
Who can withstand this Tiber’s flood.
Translated back from Latin to English it illustrates the problem of using a program to translate… especially when it is poetry.
The force is higher than anger
As the violence of the elemental
Annihilating all before it
Terror does not do anger.
This force, saying it threatens
Running protect rise
Catastrophic were extremely troubled
Rage detects enemy.
Sitting on the other,
Privat think
As a nuclear tsunami
A man playing Disconnectare
She blushed a vision, a focused, narrow;
His eyes locked onto the enemy
Every losing the wider context,
The highest good of our memories
As a nurse tiger fight,
Cornered and eagles;
Otherwise we will destroy what we have
Without tormented by bitter sorrow.
So to protect nature;
The perception is false.
At the same time it takes us to channel emotion
All thoughts seem too long
Later, if our victims
We know that we are straying
For hate us and others fraudulently
When he’s deepest fear exsertum charged with obstruction.
How foot and weigh,
See broader way of thinking?
What is less blinded
Hence we see our world to be able to by him anew?
Last pledged not to succumb
Not to succumb to black despair.
I always saw it.
They are always active.
Reflective tempered by wisdom
The anger of the change can be seen in the spiritual sense.
When we find some other entity
Which contains the last of all, of our doing frightful execution in the flood.
How my heart sings 