we live by this
great adage
that self-preservation
is the first law
this life
of humanity which wars
have attempted to
annihilate
have survived so far
for all those years
the warriors fight and
they all die
but life simply buries
itself only for a while
bacteria move and grow
viruses mutate
and we do not even know
what lurks there
in the depths of the
sea
after the war when
all those courageous
perish
the first thing you
hear
is the mother's cry
in the crib of all
ruins
another baby smiles....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem