Am still asking
and am still wondering
what men are doing
crossing the Mediterranean
each and everyday for what
greener pasture on the other side
perhaps they think God lives across the sea
so they take their young, their old
their vibrant youth in a tiny boat
against the tides of the sea
some meet the creator during the voyage
the remaining cross to an unknown land
hoping for the best or simply good
am still asking, does it worth it?
green pasture chasers, i would need an answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem