Goodbye to the land
where peace is buried
the land where corruption is planted and hervested
the land of restless kaboom
the land wher honesty is aborted
goodbye to the land where justics is exported
Tell Mum
about my long trip to a land where peace justics are alivthe land where no one is dieing of hunger
where kaboom has rest
Tell Mum
that i wish to stay
in the land of hunger
but no words to form
the broken chair of peace.
Tell Mum
that my promise will be fufilled and my dream will be realized and corruption will be buried.
Tell Mum
to keep matching on her prayer track
to form the broken chair of peace and sound of kaboom to rest.; (
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem