Can u see what’s killing us?
I wish I could
But instead their blood turns my vision blurry
The pace of peace doesn’t hurry
I wish it would
Iron bullets paint vivid images, motionless
Yes the colour red, creatures a terrible mess
I hope the end is near
They tell me to have no fear
I try to imagine a utopia, rivers filled with honey
But the thought never sticks and turns runny
Instead I see a crib laced in blood
My little sister who they buried in the mud
Every time I feel home sick, I look at my burned hut
Death is inescapable like the air we breathe
100’s have screamed help but are now deceased
I now know I shall never be saved
But I keep my head up high and look proud as our flag waves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem bro................