Upon the cold ground
Lays the Decaying humans
From this war torn land
Do the trees care?
Do the butterflies care?
Does the grass care?
No.
They don't do they.
We could all Disappear
and they'd be all fine
They'd go back to natural.
So very natural.
Unlike us.
Very abmormal.
Very Different.
Very Surreal.
Very Unnatural.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem