I look up and find
disaster, panic, riots
all over the dark sky
I wonder why
The stranger who crossed
that poor old lady
I wonder why
he watched in silence
as rolled down her tears
Why various names
for my lord
why fight over names and beliefs
I wonder...
Why I saw a dark
dead, deep silence in the end
I wonder...
Why on those walls I see
stains of red and nothing else
I wonder
Blend the bloods of the two
if only lord had made a color white and pure
among the two mixed perfect
I would also support
the two kinds as different
and till the blood is red in every soul
I wonder why hatred is there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write, Areena...your piece carries your true concerns and your noble message