WARS IN MY ERA
I know the world keeps on going,
And my hope keeps on falling.
I can hear them mourning,
From the distance, their voices dying.
I know the world keeps on going,
But I pity not the dead;
Neither those of the era gone,
For they have passed the gate.
And left are we who have come late.
I know the world keeps on going,
Into the darkness it’s going.
I pity not the dead;
For I pity the incoming.
They will find the little joy we have, gone,
For they in the darkness they will be born.
I wonder why the young ones die
I wonder why the weak ones die.
I wonder why the weak ones die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem