Electricity fizzles
Sound sizzles
Everywhere there's chaos.
Sparks fly
Lightning licks the long dry grass,
And everywhere there's fear.
People are running,
Mothers are pulling near their children.
No one speaks.
And all that you can hear is the pounding like a drum
And the beating of the storms soldiers
On the cold damp roof.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like I said, I'm sorry if you don't believe in God. Just ignore the story.