How was one a travesty
And genocide but another
Statistic daily
Who was here first
Man or Earth or
God
And if the farm
Be for the people
Why do we rush and wish
Other people gone
In today's statistic daily
Another million gone
Or is it because the earth
Has to ventilate
No excuses made
If i had to choose
Between my farm and my son
The farm is surely gone
If i had to choose
Between my son and my God
Surely the son be gone
But thankfully
There is no choice
To be made today
But travesty and statistics
Still have their way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written. How i wish man is truely created with a choice, but he is not!