Let not the raging ire
In your blood
Let loose a torrent of fire
That ends not
Look through the earth
How many an orphan, a widow
Have crossed your path
Would you know?
Then there's famine
Homelessness and starving
And still some determine
To continue the fighting
Let it end
The innocent suffer the most
To the world, be a friend
The world is only a temporary host
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes to world is only a temporary host. But this host have multiple surprises. Some great and some small all for a purpose. Thank-you.
ha ha! Thanks for that comment.