The world separates again,
just like seventy years ago.
Blood in its vein,
suddenly stops to flow.
It's everywhere you look,
everyone sees the tragic.
Many hearts it took,
unstoppable by a magic.
Praying, crying and dying,
everything is present.
The dead bodies are lying,
the living start to resent.
One thing could help,
one thing could release.
One thing could help,
and that thing is peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes peace is the humanity needs Yet the free world needs to unite against devils ...thanks for sharing this good piece.