Let the thirst of blood
Cease away
Like the noise of guitar
Like the smoke or cigar
That disturbs the tranquility
Of mind.
Let the silence speak
Of the days lived in peace
Not like the altar of cold war
That burns ego continuously.
Let the war end
Even before the canons fly
Even before the children cry
Even before we reach
The battleground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem