Humanity is what they call,
the sense of pain and love,
It only resides in the sky above.
empty is the land from care and love,
stained with blood the symbol of dove,
destroyed is the beauty of that land,
still
among the darkness shines
the inhabitant of that land,
deprived from their right to humanity
but still hide their agony
and thank the lord for their destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem