Sometimes history needs intervals
of death and sacrifice
stars ridden skies
fumes with blood of innocents
blood travails through the sinews of time
often mingled with tears
children and poets alike
killed in vengeance
In a remote corner of this vast night
somebody still cries
a mother, a brother, a friend...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice meaningful and rather disturbing lines... disturbing because truth always is....a sad and apt commentary on the state of affairs all over the world. well written nice liked