Green and white clothes
Turning black and sour
Rain showers evaporating
Thousand heads
Covered with countless sand
And the next day-
It is business as usual
'Touch not my anointed
Says the Lord'
Happy faces frowning to sleep
To wake in the quiet graveyard
A pregnant balloon blows up
To wish the Green and white
Happy Xmas! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pregnant balloon blows up