I am sick of killings and death,
Is our History a continuous Macbeth?
'Macbeth hath murdered sleep forever'
Blood for Power, Power thru blood,
Can't They leave us alone
In our personal Sod?
I'm sick of killings,
And sick of false words,
Man is the only animal,
That murders his own Herds.
Death by violence is causing a pall of gloom descend upon the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so great. Wow.