Let the closed doors be open,
And the ‘treasures’ be shown,
The wind that was blown,
Crossed the borders alone,
Migrated to the labs of ions,
Struggled to extract the poison,
That could kill all in few seconds,
Not slowly one by one,
The wind had arrived from the continent of,
Europe to settle in the land of hope,
To blow the radioactive wind in Japan,
To build the power plants to change the clime,
Of human from rugged to polished,
From raw to cooked and ‘over cooked’,
Consumer of cocaine and heroin,
Mafias and Gangster's patron,
The human life is wasted,
When their brain cells are burst,
One by one slowly, not by millions,
The 'Bosses' of the Mafias are in pain.
Well captured! The future of the world is being threatened by this evil. Well.....hmmmmh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful write really, Thew Bosses of the Mafias are in pain..