The bloody white buildings
Stand beside a rose garden
Pigeons are flying around
Singing the tone of peace
And the bees are humming
To gather honey from the red rose
All on sudden a roar pf cannon
Deafens all the ears
And stops the sound of bees and pigeons
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a tragic end to a peaceful sunny image.... but truthfully portrayed. Thanks for sharing. Ruth Lavelle