Never had I seen the blacker clouds,
As I do witness encroaching them now,
Emerging from filthy firmament,
In the grim sky of the West,
Before the utter horrifying darkness;
They advance merging among themselves,
Like sooty sable flakes of cotton;
They are not the clouds that carry the drops of rain,
Those quench the parched breast of the earth,
Those bring good tidings for the rich affluent future,
But the harbingers of destruction and ruin,
The omens of blackness,
Those take birth when explosives explode,
And chemical weapons blast,
Sprinkling the drops of human blood,
Too red, too thick, and too innocent.
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I would like to translate this poem
i'm touched by this marvellous write...........keep going muhammad