The world will Die
When the fields aren't filled with Rye
When the computers lie
When all the leaders cry
When the poets don't look to the sky
When the soldiers ask why
When all of the seas go dry
When the Quitters try
When the world is all but one guy
Said the man in the yellow tie
At that moment he wished he could fly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem