Compassionate
mothers used
their children for food.
Even the city's roads
mourned over
its condition.
Jeremiah could not
help but acknowledge
the abject state
of this city,
piled with rubble.
(Refer to lamentations
4: 10,1: 4.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.......................Even the city's roads mourned over its condition. Jeremiah could not help but acknowledge the abject state of this city, piled with rubble.....................Excellent poem about Roads-Mourning, Dr. Tony! 5*****