We're homeless and our home
Is the kingdom of tents on
The mountains of the dark rocks
Of the darkest age.
We're in the age of the ugly tents
Near the ugly civilizations of tents Anywhere and everywhere on earth. We're homeless in our thoughts Because we did not care about Ourselves and about those around us. Our homelessness is expanding and Extending due to tyrants'ugly deeds
Or nature's crazy hands.
We die a thousand times a day and A million times a months due to
Many man-made crazy deeds.
Our homelessness is the symbol of Bad and hidden hands of evil doers.
Our homeless situation paves the
Way to our inevitable destruction.
We, the tents'people, are a great Burden on everyone and everything Including the international and
We die a millions of times every Moment because they have forgotten Us behind them and behind the whole World.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem