A match is going on
'Tween love and hatred,
On cemetery ground-
GAZA and Iraq
Red shield,
Dead yield,
We are offering
Grief, sorrow, poverty,
No water but tears
For the hatred to sprout more
And nothing else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write may it spread like rays of Aftab (The Sun) !