We all Fall down,
Like a burning building crashing to the ground.
The world has become the darkest place
the most fatal thing to the human race.
We all can try to fight it,
but in the end you can't hide it.
The end is near
but don't feel fear
the might be a light
to solve the problems we cause ourself
it could save us from that hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem