POEMS ARE FAR AWAY
Poems are far away
I don't have the time and the mind for them
Yet without them
I am even more lost
So let there be a poem now
Even in this time of trouble
When the haters are trying to kill us again
With their ferkockty rockets
Which can after all kill
And have already disturbed our daily lives
I pray we will put an end to this threat
With as few casualties as possible
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Souls, dear Ones, The Wanderers, The Braves Ones, The Sacrificial Lambs, Won't the suffering ever stop? Is Peace for thee A forbidden Hope?