the world does not change
we hope for a better place
but terror stalks our streets
children stare blankly into the future
religions battle for possession of a true god
what lies ahead no one really knows
more tears
more wars
more blood
the world does not change
soon I will be leaving
I had hoped for peace
and brotherhood and love
they say the dead go to a better place
I leave without regret
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem