Once again fire in winds
Fire in ice, water and rain
Fire in our minds
Fire in our brain
Yet, People are smiling, sleeping,
Gossiping in a fantasy
There is no storm, no devastation,
No protest!
People are hypnotized with a dream of
Harvesting gold-eggs from the sky...
I never tell them:
Let's reproduce counter-fire!
I only wait and talk to myself:
Never touch the last weapon first!
Oh! the lovely poem. You are an amazing poet. I love you, dear poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice..very good..beautiful...Thank you