In the hour of Doom.
We could hear the booms.
A massive wave.
Of sadness.
We pray.
Oh, help us lord.
Because we know.
The hour of Doom.
Heartless Men, fight.
Heartless kings laugh.
Innocent Children Cry.
A war is a war.
A war of emotions.
People argue,
People Riot.
Yet, it is still the hour of Doom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem