'Tis the morn, a dawn of a new age born,
An age without prejudice, hate or scorn,
The age for friendship, for science of care.
A time to be green a time to beware.
Let’s look to the future and never turn back,
Forgetting our differences, that's a ruinous track!
Shall we live for tomorrow in faith and in hope?
Climbing life's mountain, a slippery slope!
The hungry, the needy, no longer found.
The meek at last heard, from evil, no sound.
If this dream sounds impossible, just take note and trust,
For our planet to survive, fulfill it we must!
'Tis the night, the night of an age dying,
Killed by the treachery, killed by the lying!
The age of hate, the science of war,
Into frail bodies’ black, white, yellow it tore!
The pain and the suffering, in endless torment
The politicians, our mentors? The rockets they sent.
The talks, the deceit, the torturing the crime,
The death of our 'mother' will take only time!
The devil looks on, his face filled with mirth,
The angel of death reaps the souls of the earth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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