The fire of desire
To acquire and enjoy
Has burnt the flowers of heart,
The bond of blood is broken
The earth is fired in the womb,
The dead bodies of children
Are scattered all around
in the playground
The sky raining blue is blocked
The air devoured by smoke
The forest and rivers are hijacked
At the anger point of hunger, The throat of music is chocked
By the roaring of corpses's laugh
So strong is the darkness
Sprayed by man's blindness
That the sun has lost its path
And the life we called remained
As nothing more than a nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just expressed how I feel. I LOVE IT.