Do I watch with folded arms
Concentrate on my rhymes
Ignore what's going on
The slaughter of the sheep
If not by the gun
By starvation
And by disease?
The strong kill for peace!
The weak remain on the run
The wise man drowns in the bottle
The beast wears sheep's skin
Making noise for peace.....
Life hasn't changed
Since the day I was born
And I hate what I write…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem