sunset is for the tears
of the planet
the red eyes of terror
are a constant presence
we have not learned
that hatred breeds hatred
we have not learned
that despair breeds rage
the dead on the chapel floor
cannot answer why
the dead do not wonder
who would want to kill me
fire will grow from the sun
the living will seek vengeance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The madness of terror kills the innocents of others EXCELLENT poem Barry Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken