Light makes you poor.
There was a back deal for
a wake up call.
What was the nature
of your violence? Did you need
any philosophy to kill?
What was the beautiful
idea to skin a dead religion
unmade by a god?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature does not tolerate violence. Nature allows life to get light of wisdom with peace. An amazing poem is shared.