LAST NIGHT WAS THE WORST NIGHTMARE
Last night was the worst nightmare;
It was horrible with death and fear!
Bombs, guns, sword, scream, cry;
My best ones died and became fry!
Why horror, fight, quarrel and game?
Naming for right causes for leader's name!
That never brought peace and fame;
For humanity, it's the everlasting shame!
Can a human be the danger or the devil?
Can a human be the almighty evil?
Can a human use germs, bullets and fire?
To end a race, a tribe a human empire!
Stop the leader, the president or the king!
Stop him who plots from a demonic ring;
And robbng victim's belonging!
Why make false cases to kill the other;
A sister! A mother! A son! A father!
Last night was the worst nightmare;
It was horrible with death and fear!
Bombs, guns, screams, outcry;
My best ones died and became fry!
Last night, they shot children;
All frightened and quickly ran!
Little guys were too little to fight;
They got caught in the military's sight!
Shower of bullets, shower of grenades;
Deadly toys used from military raids.
From Air force, Navy and Artillery;
Circled us with bullets, missiles by infantry!
There was no place to hide;
There was no rescue, no ride!
Bombing and shooting with pride;
Patriots did unconventional genocide!
They shot and killed my old man;
He was a peaceful, special civilian!
He cared for us and opposed killing and fight;
But a bullet pierced his heart in that night!
Last night, they shot children;
All were frightened and tried to run quicken!
But little guys were too little to fight;
They got caught by the military's sight!
by Chan Mongol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem