it's not important where people
they are the same,
with two eyes, hands and feet,
and one heart,
is the colour of their heart.
we can't hate and blame people for our lost.
i'm a Moslem,
trying just love the others,
i can't hate them
for my country and people lost.
what is important is not the savage people, who can be found everywhere.
who support them and give them order?
you never know.
but they have to know,
if they train and keep wild animals,
they can be dangerous to all the people around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem