It is the sense of humans,
the brains of all beings
amongst the living
It is the spheres of hate
the wars of all kinds
around the lands of human kinds
Let alone the differentiated cultures
that seek to overpower others
and reign at all times
It is the jealousy of religions
let alone the prophecy
of all corners of regions
Yes listen!
Yes listen!
Oh Yes listen
Grant me the ears
with the eyes shall see
It is the language barrier
the race un identical
the skin so distanced
Let alone the boundaries
located from coast to post
it is that, that left a 'But'
And so the world became,
it became the battlefield
let alone the was greed and bleed
It is that, that made the whole debt
We may all be sons and daughters of the world 'but' theres always those things which devides us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The truth pervades this strong well written poem! Well done