The horizon buckles
As the earth heaves
And shakes with sorrow
Why her children
Wish to see her undone
Their own mother
The grand cloud looms
Screaming so piercingly
Like the ever-punished souls
The earth children still
Bicker as their skin
Fades to dust and ash
What a race of fools
They will be remembered as
Or perhaps better forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem