When these words are lost.
When history is forgotten.
When corpses,
are dug up, just for show.
Does how I died to you.
It really matter?
Innocent people,
underneath put down you fear.
Political bullies,
bully millions, without tears.
Police state's.
And when people are your children.
These parent's never knew?
Dialogue never spoken!
More than gold and silver.
When the wind,
stops blowing it's made clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem