For peace, the sad globe dreams
Tears pour down his cheeks in streams
Since the dawn of life, man is in an endless fight
blindness in beliefs, a frightened greed and sight
Domination has haunted the dreadful elite
Which puts the land in everlasting grief and cheat
Countless souls were lost in every twitch of time
Who will ever believe the fetus of man
When he grows and becomes upright and tall
He will be able to slaughter his kind and may be all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem