We are the children
Of the third millennium
Where Earth separates, spitting fire,
Floods ravage our lands and homes,
Fires rampage through our forests,
And wildlife almost gone.
Many people, yet we are strangers.
We all walk the hot beds of time,
And over all previous generations,
climbing to the altars of your beliefs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem