Nothing in Life
Is easy,
And We!
Have a special
Talent!
For making it
Even, worse
By fighting with
One another
And mostly trying
To destroy,
Those who have
Found,
A better way
To save us
From our curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well thought poem. Why do we fight? what do we achieve? Nothing remains in the end.5*****
We write and we fight because otherwise we die, and there are still those worth saving and hope is the last thing lost but continue, although slightly to exist. Thank you, dear poet for reading and your always welcomed thoughts.