I’ve seen life at work in many scenes
Through nature, people and stolen dreams
But the streets remain dark and daring,
Dimly lit and full of curse,
It’s a disease the spreads through out our world
Can we fix it or will we hide, behind
Boundaries and purpose built mountains
Ignoring the devils cry,
Ricocheting vocal vibrations,
Rocks all societies and unsettles nations.
Arrogant casting to heal the wound,
Never knowing where it comes from or could go to,
We blame the ones who can’t defend and create new
Victims for you to use, media frenzy feeding stories that are all but true
Now,
You stand before your black oak door
And reveal to us were off to war, to fight a terror we helped install,
To fight an enemy we’ve fought before.
Under instruction from a nation of lies, we fight this war, our men will die
All in the name of our oil supply, sugar coated but honest lies
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I would like to translate this poem
This is great..I think you hit the nail on the head with this. To bad others couldn't think like you. Great work!