The vision of world
Today on the way of destruction.
Atmosphere fell with explosive gases
My foot slips on the bloody soil.
It's hard to breath;
It's hard to walk.
What sovereignty, freedom and independent;
You will give...?
You; your self have killed
The world human right
(If it is;
No more needed your doll government)
You pretend;
Only name of argument
Behind it is black
So usually; you can...
Take all the oil
From my lamp
I will sit on the darkness
But I want peace and harmony.
Oh! My mum; Oh! My sis
Listen;
They've killed yours thousand and thousands
Of son and brothers
If it will be
They will kill me and hit you too.
So;
Through out your Burkha
And see the face of dictator
Of 21st century
Protest this war for that.
(Its about the war in Iraq;
Dedicated to all who are the victims of war)
(Love and trust, there will be peace)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how this is like the stream of thought itself. It's broken, but can be followed. I think that adds a sort of understanding and personal involvement to it. That self same trait makes it hard to read, but still it is very well done.