We are a tiny planet in the universe. Millions of people suffer from the consequences of wars.
When are they going to wake up to the consequences of waging destruction on the masses of the world's poor.
They speak in God's name they say and he's with them, in the same breath.
Delusional people who have no concept of the divine.
They will reap what they sow in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem