I saw the sun that burnt their souls
it had all its fun burning them in whole
their bodies turned black and cold
I was told to share but they never heard
I've seen the pain and now I feel fear
the burning took place in a jail
I can hear the people hail
the terror and tenderness
make me wonder if it was because of their sins
I wish mines are washed away
for when you're down there one can never run away
they are in a cell, they are in hell
criminals. Victims, prophets, and children yell
as the One above cries and feels just sad for they failed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice rhymes, nice creativity, i realy like it, keep it up.