another storm is coming
but this is only wind and rain
I hear the thunder drumming
not bombs outside my windowpane
the lightning fires the sky
although with luck the storm will pass
and yet I hear a cry
where soldiers lie like broken glass
a widow grieves today
but grief will bring no consolation
as thunder in the gray
salutes a dying generation
the rain begins to fall
but can't absolve a violent world
I pray for peace withal
as tears fall from an orphaned girl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem