They all shout the same
like white birds looking for coloured birds
or the other way around
they whistle the same sound
"someone is great, someone is great"
let's fight before our dawn
let's fight before it is too late
with flaming eyes
with flaring guns
"don't hesitate"
the crying nuns
and dying fools
and desperate mums! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem