Barrel bombs falling from the sky
Chlorine rain, every other night
Pouring down
Our throats.
We're so thirsty, but their water
Has turned to poison;
Ask my daughter- ask my mother.
My wife lies lifeless, paralyzed:
A look of love still amongst clouded eyes.
All the way up, surely wondering,
When we'll be Dancing with the Stars.
They do in other parts,
Dancing on my life,
Where the fun never ends,
Truth's no one's aware.
Battles over wealth,
Health, they seem to
And not to care,
But they're still there,
And there's not here.
I appreciate the sentiment,
Your demarcation from Russia,
But you did this, too;
You did this to us:
One of one, our flesh and foam
Will forever be yours,
Even as the world knows
Enough to yawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very powerful and well written poem, thanks for sharing this Ghost Legend