The Power of God is in the hands of a Child
And Armageddon draws near
The clocks arm stretches one minute to midnight
With the promise of ash to Sear
Our Nike shoes and Blackberries into a pit of rubble
Leaving the future at the rear
I look with present danger at what draws in the east
Waiting bombs to comb the sphere
I pray for every soul that we survive tonight
But I fear that with the danger were at the end of sight.....
And maybe after this war
we'll finally learn our lesson
By settling all our conflicts
with only sticks and stones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how simple this is. Hits right to the point. Well done.