If the sky was blue
and the grass was green
and the birds sang pink
Then we could be ourselves
But the sky is grey
and the grass is dead
the birds have flown away
And we have on our masks
Following a croud
keeping our heads down
our mouths shut
Staring into space
The wind kept silent
the trees afraid
the flame no longer warm
not one dropp of rain
And our spirit hidding from harm
No one dare speak
not one single sound
its so silent all the time
i expect the soul keeper
To be around.
But maybe its
just too much pain
in our world
Here and today
Perhaps the universe
cant take it anymore
too many of its people
find blades or guns
Or a high place
So the whole world
holds its breath,
or stands too still
Because of the stress
But one day...
The sky will be blue
And the grass will be green
And the birds will sing pink
Then we can be ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem