Death and destruction, a sight to behold,
A symphony of screams, a story untold.
Buildings crumble, ashes fill the air,
All that remains is despair.
Bodies litter the streets, once alive with laughter,
Now silent, still, nothing but disaster.
The stench of death, a smell so vile,
A reminder of the fragility of life.
Nature takes over, reclaiming what was hers,
But the memories linger, a constant reminder of the horrors.
As the world burns, we are forced to confront,
The inevitable end, death, the ultimate onslaught.
In the face of destruction, we are but mere mortals,
Our power and control, nothing but portals
To the truth of our insignificance,
In the grand scheme of things, death and destruction, the only persistence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem