How little do we know of this
The world in which we live
The things that go on around us
Are as water through a sieve
The killings and the wars go on
The torture and the pain
Dictators rise and fall like plums
While the bombs they fall like rain
Nature also takes its toll
With earthquakes, fire and flood
And no one can even stop it
Creating rivers of human blood
Is'nt it time we got together
As one body to stop the waste
Before it all gets out of hand
And destroys the human race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Graham this poem seems to be on the same wave length as one that I have recently posted it is called 'Is There Key to be Found' it continplates on what you are trying to reach here. I love poems like this because I love life in any shape or form. This poem comes across very well. cheers Sylvie