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RE: "The Dictator's Dash" / "La Carrera del Dictador" ... A Fundraiser For a Friend
When on you put a uniform,
A deal do you bind,
No matter to you what the cost,
Leave not a man behind.
A man goes down, you turn around,
Go back and face the fire,
Perchance a price so think you twice,
Yet still it is required.
And so you do as they for you,
One man, picks up the other,
Leaves not to lie in mud to die,
That man ... he is your brother.
Quill
That's a beautiful philosophy. Wish it were held by men in uniformed everywhere.
I just worked out this rough translation of your poem, Quill, which I had not commented directly. I think it is, like all your work, brilliant and poignant. It is beyond me why anyone in their right mind would want to imitate an evil doer, but again, it goes back to having a "right mind" and immitators of this kind do not. There are kids in every town in Venezuela trying to immitate the most violent capos in history, even when they know they won't live over 30 pursuing such a career.
Here's my spanish version (you can add it to the body of the post so that spanish-speaking steemians can get the overall idea)
La Carrera del Dictador
Hitler, y Stalin, y Saddam Hussein,
Todos sus héroes eran peludos
sus reinos inspiraron su modelo a seguir,
Como ellos, se volvió él, Maduro.
Él la afeitadora para imitar su apariencia tomó,
Porque los HOMBRES a sus bigotes le ponen hasta cera,
el look de Fidel descartado, así que la barba olvidó,
Pero convertirse en un Dictador abrazó como carrera.
Pero fue asumir su disfraz una imprudencia,
con verdaderos maestros Maduro compite,
La caída de países, asesinato y violencia
Es el bigote solo vanidad pa´l que lo imite?
Que vello facial, lo que espanta es la hambruna
Mao … afeitado; como la calva de Mussolini ninguna.
@hlezama,
And THIS ... is what I'm talking about. One of the most gifted minds on the blockchain.
Quill