Mountains of fire,
reaching out,
pulling you in.
A blaze so thick,
not everyone is let in.
A sea of water lighting the wick,
as the soul of loved ones grow so thick.
waterfalls growing,
a fight for power oh so showing.
Jumping out of trees saying goodbye,
calling there loved ones,
as they begin to die.
one by one these towers fall,
so many to die,
as we hold each other close,
we begin to cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A friend of mine witnessed people jumping from the towers. A horrible memory that disturbs him to this day. It is good to remember these poor souls in verse. Good write.