Sound, sound
It's noise everywhere
Where can we find
The calm that we lost?
Terror, terror
It's chaos everywhere
How can we find
The peace that we lost?
Strong're the winds
It's storms everywhere
What do we do to get back
The gentle breeze lost?
Water's rushing in
It's floods everywhere
Let's repair the dam
And restore the reservoir.
There's much to do
We've no time to lose
To restore, rebuild
And revive what we lost.
Your poem is a frantic call to seek and restore the sanity we have lost. Strongly expressed.
Yes, much has been lost. There needs much to be restored. Rise up...... Fall into action.....! ! Enjoyed this great clarion call!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have to restore, rebuild and retrieve what we lost. A great poem with a great message. Thanks for sharing.