I wish my poem
Could have the force to change the world
I wish I could write it
So sweet like the song of a nightingale
Or coo like pigeons lulling the world
To sleep away from wars.
I wish I could howl at the whole world
To hear me
And show up with all the arms
Under the hovering sky
And plead a truce
To the raging wars.
I wish the force of my poem could
Spit fire and burn the sins of the world
First for man to live peaceably here
On earth then in heaven.
I wish my poem a rainbow
That the world may see its beauty
And refuse to shoot any gun
In any way that will spoil this beauty.
I wish I could all of these
Do tonight now that
My ink pot is still full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem