The verdant forests have turned crimson red...
...and the soft earth surface has become hard!
It is red, and barren, it is empty of living people!
The cool air has turned cold - as cold as Zamhreer!
My throbbing heart still hopes it will revive its beauty soon!
Its locked up bravery one day will get released!
All the splinters thrust into its body will be removed!
From the cages, i trust, the singing birds will be freed!
They will wed peace and love and sing the songs of peace!
With a rough courage they will clear their nests...
...will abide there undisturbed to live in total peace;
There will be fresh snowfall covering the red stains;
Screams of orphans, widows, and broken parents will stop!
Peace shall return, no more the terror will tear our hearts!
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem