People forget how to love
Children forget how to laugh
Priests forget how to pray
Farmers forget how to sow
why?
Nations forget how to keep peace
The freed forget how to feel relief
Nomads forget how to stay free
When will I forget about me?
When sand forgets to move
And water forgets to flow
When birds forget to fly
Then, we've gone too far
Too far from the ground
Too far from the sun
Lost alone in space
Your life's an aimless race
But, thankfully, there are those that have yet to forget... ~Vi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its absolutely true, well thats our world today...nice penned keep the good work mit freundlichen Grüsse, Mary