I wish that when my eyes I open,
A better day sometime will see,
Through my actions or those of others,
A better time for all will be.
For as around at this world I look,
Either in Europe, or the Holy Land there,
I see hatred and bigotry,
I see people who dont really care.
Why is it that throughout time,
When one suffers pain they once knew,
That their more evil that those who opposed them,
Is known by all but said by few.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
history never dies.................history will always revives.................