earth is more than flowers
the children are playing
chasing the darkness
lovers are sighing
swearing their allegiance
but the rumble of thunder
shutters an illusion
in spring there was hope
brotherhood laughed at war
invisible for a generation
then an insane mist fell
it was a shroud
soldiers returning
silent beneath their flag
the children are praying
wars erupt like fire
the children are dying
spring blooms hide a bomb
when the earth falls silent
a cold river will flow
underneath the ice
our meek heir will awaken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem