(Seeking end to the home wars in Middle East)
There was no river here
Till the war began
Before the address of sense was asked for
The sky was turned noisy- with cries
The children split-
Like flying crickets
Rubbed the history of time
To spoil the relationships
Green was smoked
To kill the feelings
Yacht was tied flying in the sea
So that humanity sails away
The crop fields were burned
So that dreams are destroyed
The gun pipes are polished
So that melodies are shot
In a twinkle of the dust-defaced eye
Humanity died
While seeking to shout for a drop of water
A venomous river was made to flow- of blood
There was no river here-
Till the moment the war began
At the end of all a place will be built- of nothingness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice way to address a hot issue, Well written poem.