The wish for the appearance and existence,
For a peace that increases...
Has become as obsolete,
As one's use of a bow an arrow...
To decrease with an elimination,
The steps of an approaching enemy.
As long as minds are affixed to wars and crimes...
To develop sophisticated weapons,
With the inflicting to restrict movement...
Of human beings anytime,
Peace like a sermon heard preached...
Will be something no one equipped,
To use a weapon quick...
Will remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a wonderful poem nicely written