When a mother's love,
is the worst thing you can have,
look in the mirror and ask yourself:
am I Heather West?
When the above and below have been cut away,
and life becomes a muted middle shade,
ask yourself:
am I Canada?
When you are not two legged,
and smooth,
ask yourself:
do I face extinction?
When the sky has been changed by a poisonous mushroom,
and future generations are altered,
ask yourself:
am I Hiroshima?
When screams are so faint,
that sound cannot be heard,
do I imagine desperation?
I ask myself,
is this 'evil'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a philosophical spliced with poetic diction.. brilliantly done.. i love the hiroshima part great job