Continous hate covers to the Earth;
Owl eyed evils drink pOur lifes.
Lines of wictims are lined in front of our eyes;
Orphan of orphan child begs for a hand.
Untrue stories are uttered to the blinds;
Rulest of the world paints red to the land.
Red; the colour of blood.
wow...well done...keep going i like to see more of your pretty writings....
red the color of blood ---so well portrayed in just 7 lines. nice --intense reading---+10 regards anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem, love it.10+