Give me your hand.
Show me trust
before it's our time
to turn to dust.
Grant me a smile.
Let me see
what brotherhood means
to you and me.
Never again
will we believe
the lies we've heard
that do deceive.
Give me your hand.
Show me trust
before it's too late
and all is dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem