What hears but does not see
What cries but can't scream
Oh, a tortured life
It is about to begin
When someone hears a gunshot but no gun
When the love for a nation is gone
Oh, a tortured life
It has begun
The killings that strike go on and on
The crimes that threaten to darken the moon
And the sorrow that stifles the cry
So ends the tale
But reality continues its story
Write comment. Beautiful poem, Ama. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
When someone hears a gunshot but no gun When the love for a nation is gone Oh a tortured life It has begun.. the killings and crimes............ a very good poem of the realities of life. tony