Songs, reminders of the past and what we loved as children, most having found an inner peace that collects the remnants
of a past that we all could recognize.
Now being lost in the turmoil of corruption and hideous crimes upon babies, children and women being tortured, raped and torn apart in the corruption of a socialist/communist world right now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem