When you are accepting
your defeats between blue and black,
no bird sings. The tornado quietens.
End to end I meet
gods of criminals. Do you unwrap
the truth from the bite of a viper?
Diversity of the human
kind will always come to war.
Nobody can decide who will win?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's an excellent poem dear poet! Liked it....5 stars