Filled by a tsunami, then shattered in an earthquake,
for what it's worth, this is my take.
The glass not half full or empty-this glass is gone,
Whatever was left got blown away by some terrorist's bomb.
Everything is too wrong, it has been for way too long.
The world is not beautiful, it's stark.
People aren't good inside, they're evil and dark.
Violent, cruel and hypocrytical, hate is the norm,
there's no peace in this storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem