The earth will bleed,
The sky will cry,
The day the war begins.
No one will be shy.
There will be echos
There will be ravens
But in the depth of the war,
Peace is still where it stands.
This is the story of a future.
This is the story of a truth.
Because truth is not a race.
Truth is the revival of self-consciousness! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem