THUNDERING SOUNDS
Thundering sounds of pitched battles,
Make earth and sky tremble with fear,
Cries of dying men rise and fall in the air,
While war-mongers guffaw with pride in decorated chairs,
Cruelty runs through the blood of war mongers,
They arm each nation to teeth,
So bombs blast with horrific sounds,
And people die like swarms of flies,
Whose ghastly sights make our flesh creep
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I would like to translate this poem
nicely said...the sad story of war and death...because of humanity....will always exist.....for humanity is filled with rage and greed..... strong poem....heart felt 10+++