When everyone will drop
The litter in the bin...
Cat and dog will be
Very good friends...
There'll be only the season
Sprin-Sum-Aut-Win
And peace will keep it's place
Inside of men.
When all the forests
Will be construction land...
No one bird anymore
Will cross the air...
All dead fishes will lay
Over the sand...
Atmosfere of
Foreboding and fear.
Waves of sea will grow huge
Sky getting close
About colour of skin
Men will stop fights,
Like prism, that blending colours,
It shows the Light.
When the atomic bomb
Will greet the last New Year.
When the Earth will loose
It's orbit around the Sun...
Love will win
And anger will be bent...
Hatred will no more pervade
Heart of the man...
All going in counter way....
Will be THE END.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope so, too.
Don't worry, I heard about the imminent end many times, but all goes on, thanks