i look again
closely on the faces of
the children
a girl hides under the
bed
in that abandoned house
outside
everyone lies on the road
without life
a boy with a white bonnet
raises his hand
makes the sign of a slashing knife
around his neck
the architect was shot dead
right in her forehead
as she was discussing
the weakness of the building
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem