the greatest sadness is not death
but things that never end
like war and inhumanity
that we can never mend
injustice and abiding hate
still linger like a plague
and efforts to correct these ills
are yet confused and vague
and rape and slavery live on
they never seem to die
and tyrants rise to kill the soul
on that you can rely
also are those who plunder earth
to fowl the purest sea
and burn the forest of our home
regardless of our plea
the poisoned air and waters flow
as fire has scarred the land
is this the end for man and beast
is this what gods have planned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a sterling piece from your mighty pen. A significant n relevant poem that asks questions every thinking mind wants to put. A great flow of words n thoughts in a rhythmic n musical way. A super 10
Thank you again Nosheen. Always great to see your comments and praise.