At a winter night under the shadow's light,
With a glow worm around his sight,
A word he said and saw the world,
Though it was cold he thanked his lord.
East winds that never did cease,
The autumns they always would please,
Touched his hair,
Shook his body and fur.
So much to know but little to care,
Lines of truth and reality we blur,
From the very moment of his life,
Against the world he holds a knife.
I've taught him how to love
The world, birds a dove
And gave him what I had
Poor little boys still so mad.
The logic behind this world,
About making things so bold,
Like the religion you follow,
Or the city you live in, Baghdad or Tokyo?
The logic behind our world,
The colors which are so cold,
White, yellow or black
Doesn't mean to attack.
Mankind so proud but lean,
Towards each other so mean
Expecting our God to save
Us but from who?
Yet we have no clue
That why we demean this way?
Expecting God to descend one day.
You all know these words,
Still we sharpen our swords,
I told my child to see the light
For the equality he wanted to fight.
Now that he's gone,
My light of life, my son,
Still never i can say,
How I miss him in every May,
How I miss his pure smile,
His laughter I hear far a mile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem