When you think of Poems written,
Of great Music once composed,
When you think of painters, artists,
All the Paintings they've exposed,
When you think of Art creation,
And the History it has told,
How could man be an assassin,
Of poor humans, young and old?
Without questions, poetry would be caged words. I love poetry with questions, good job.
That is THE QUESTION, isn't it? Or at least one of them! A fine poem that gets to the heart (or the heartlessness) of the matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To quote one of my favorite song lyrics, I say to question is to understand. Thanks for putting the questions out there.