</>A huge crowd
Two salvators
One is the Ghost
and the other is sea
Millions of homelesses
Thousands are wounded
lucky guys are escaped
By the cool hands of death
Gunman cleared his ways
Tankers move easily
Over the red flesh field
With their flag of victory
Colourful refugee tents
Food packets and blankets
Smiling redcross guys
Doctors drip and strips
Lens and Pens medias
Analysis experts views
No final conclusions
In Gazza, Swat, Jafna
It is not a natural disaster
But a calamity in the Brain
One hand gave wepons
Other hand holds food
Let not your left hand know what your right hand gives, said peter, about charity. Here we find that the hand which pinches the baby and the one that rocks the cradle too are one and the same. When will the comman man awake to the truth and put a stop to it all? A very wonderful thought and poem too. Angel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is not a natural disaster Rachel Ann Butler