We are all to blame, you know!
Mistakes and sins through time
are making a final show.
It won't be long until tears stream
down our cheeks.
Everyone longs for those old
flowing creeks.
There are none left, you see!
We dried them up long ago -
now we are not free.
No oil to heat our homes- for
war stopped that pleasure.
We know now that it was
such a treasure.
Chaos fills our streets with its
ghastly face.
This is the end of the Human race.
Many have died because of lies.
Where is my father a small girl
cries.
It's over. It's over.
Look up to Heaven.
Have no fear.
Jesus is coming back to make
it all quite clear.
Good night and Good Luck.
Everyone longs for those old flowing creeks.................... that we long to belong flow nostalgic heart when reeved in by reeling, wrought ingenious by imagery,10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, michele. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks