Internationalisim Of Worldlasim Of Humanisim Poem by Mustafa Kenj

By Kenj
Sun's passing down the horizon was ice-windy's alarm
The yellow-redish covered the sky reflected on us
A smell a feeling of trembling of wonderswhat next
Busy abscent minds, working hands, breeding moms
QUESTIONS of life everydayresurrects now everythen
At the end the head will lay under the earthvanishen
Rose fades as it blooms, Humans die as theygrow
Millions of Roses passed away in Japan and Mexico
Language is the device by which the art be deciphered
Respectall thus to start fresh where no of yesterday
History is thrown at the backs and the future ahead
For the sake of power but rather because of the need
One earth one world one nation a truth to come dream