Flesh and blood
and body parts
terror attack
heavy explosions
coughing loudly
infecting the smooth air
dark smelly smoke rising
one after another
our world mourns again
belly full and empty
at the same time
the sad face of misery
appears in the mirror
and the mirror
is clear enough
for the face to see itself
terror attack
time bombs keep ticking
as the morning comes
and the sun
slowly rises again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem