The Streets are scarlet,
the rivers run red,
once noble fighters
are now all dead
Bright Flashing light
loud peircing boom
another soldier meets his doom
This senseless fighting
make it stop
a chilling sight
as bodies drop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This senseless fighting make it stop a chilling sight as bodies dropp this stanza of this rich poem is making me think that you have much more in your brain to paint on paper with words being a true artist..and you seem to me artistic one.. the ideas you are presenting are wonderful and soul tocuhing ones..well done..pray for your long life and happy smiles...