Twelve out of sixteen killed were defenseless
Nine were children, three were women
To kill them while sleeping, it makes no sense
But this tragedy is a really bad omen.
A Pandora's box of seething hate now opened
Damage control cannot cool down the rage
The gap has now irrevocably widened
The Dragon of terror is let out of the cage.
As pointless as the sands that grace the place
Flown by angry winds of lost directions
Such is the war whose cause we cannot trace
It is wiser to leave, lest Death take the options.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
war, the pointless rage of mankind, lost inside itself! good poem!