No mountain ever beats...
A Indonesian volcano
named......
Krakatoa.....
As one erupted
Kills thousand live
and sink ships..
Of Netherlands people
Maybe people can make a fight
but not quiet...
like a big blast
of Krakatoa volcano
Thousand try to save their lives
with run and fright
Some die
And some alive
If you were there
You may lost your live
Die by ashes
And poisoning smell
of the gas....
But now it different
Krakatoa has sink
And left his child
'Anak Krakatau'...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem