Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, ... Rudyard Kipling, opening line of 'The Ballad of East and West, ' 1889
a flurry of white
against the sunset sky
the smell of blood
gunshots from afar -
on the wall of a mosque
'Go home' spray-painted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well composed the haiku thank you