Oh, my fear for this world as it faces doom.
International war; civil war; rebellion;
The death of troops.
So many dead, yet, still the guns boom?
Money; power; fear to live out of the installed regime.
Secret services and special sections to back conspiracy.
A world gone mad,
And not one civilian aware of what it means.
Religion, race and class are implements used to separate.
We are not taught to love; only bred to hate.
There is no way out;
To write the truth, my only escape.
(21/8/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem