in the shady past,
and the unseen future,
lies our days of distress
and our days of sleepless nights.
Ransacking the whole field
just for the bloody invaders,
who invades without our knoledges.
All we could wished for then
was just a piece of peace.
In the time of war
and the time of blood spillage,
between the 2 opposing teams
both loosing hundreds of mens per second.
All they could run after,
after being defaced
would just be a piece of peace
in the time,
when man sang the dreary songs
when they pretend to be brave
and going to face a rainfall of arrows,
there solid aim,
is to find a piece of peace
in the hand of there oppositors.
Peace,
the highest value of humanity,
what the privileged beg for
and the less privileged demand for.
Just a piece,
can re-weld up the world
within a twink of an eye
if i got lucky,
to find another piece,
blessed i am
because the piece was that of peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem