It is a market day sort of
A large market place of wares
Covert and overt
And a multitude of people searching
Buying and selling
Suddenly the sky is not happy again
Dark clouds, whirlwinds and thunder
Then the rain came
Everyone is scampering, running away
The wares behind
A war is loosed upon the world!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem