I wish I could see
breaking open the heads
of the weeds of devil
what trigger pulled their skulls
to play with the blood of flowers!
Is their black scripture
that breeds the traders of death
so non-biodegradable?
Who will stop this?
When and how?
I wish I could go to bed
for such a next morning
when kids have no fear of bullets rain!
I wish I could see
all the killer hands
fallen and gathered like bad scrapes!
I wish all my words were bullets
into all the devil hearts
to stop the monster pump
that circulates the poison blood!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem