Tears of blood are spilled,
As one by one, man dies.
Sails are torned to ribbons,
But one human still defies.
He notices a lamp,
Dusty but yet still clean.
He rubs the dust away,
And a genie appears, like a dream.
'I want this all to reverse.',
Waving his hand in a swish.
And the genies looks at him and says quietly,
'As you wish.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem