To show, nothing is there,
If anything is there, there is
Only blood, blood and blood.
Some one is asking
Whose blood is white
And whose black
And whose yellow.
Answering man was absent
And calling man was there,
If anyone was there,
That man was fail to give
Anything as you thought
And I stood on the earth,
The earth was rot.
I was nobody, as you told
Before all, for the reasons
Not known to you also,
Who has done what not known.
I am not the person to start
And for clarity, nobody was there
No blood and nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
blood is not white, but red..