Even mountain lions roar
When you lay dying by the shore
Even the seagulls cry
When they left you there to die
Even drum rolls fade
When you finally had been laid
Even flowers dried up, withered
When they found out you were murdered
Even clouds pour heavily
When you left unintentionally
Even birds sadly sung
When they let you hang
Even you will smile
When you know it's futile
Even then they'll know
When justice is served now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good rhyme, wonderful flow of words and emotions. I like it. Keep on writing