We are killing one another but,
We are all living on this planet called Earth;
And i do have the bag of my Dad from Bagdad.
This planet is nice and of a lovely place for you and i,
But we've made it look like a place of dead!
For we've created the bombs to kill one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said Edward and well written...thank you...Fi