Gods away.
No. sorry
Don't know when he'll be back.
A war.
You've been attacked,
Thats awkward.
Napalm.
People dying.
What about the bomb?
No. Whats the fuss then.
How thoughtless people are
Bothering us with little wars.
Come back in a decade or two.
Urgent you say,
But I've already told you
Gods away..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written Mike. Thank you.