I decided when this world's wars would end.
I needn't pick on details.
I was not rich you see or a politician.
I was just a young man in need.
I wrote to my heart's content,
And people wrote me back.
They had no words to spare, no lack.
They really thought they would spare our world.
We, they and I imagined a lot of things.
We sadly saw all those crumpled up buildings.
We sang long chants in honor of peace.
But the chants' messages did not help in the least.
I knew now that a war has a mind of it's own.
Troublesome and alone.
So I decided to leave it to somebody else,
Who could sing the chant much better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem