The womb!
For your birth;
The comb!
For your hair;
The bomb!
For your death;
And, the tomb for your burial.
R-51!
In the land of my birth;
And, with the sweet muse of my positive mind.
Love!
With the mystery of the truth;
Peace!
With the mystery of love;
But, the bombs are not the very answer to peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem