War undeclared has been there existing,
From a seething anger underneath that grows.
Persistent and nurtured Hate boiling
Reaps the bitter grapes of wrath it sows.
Reaps the bitter grapes of wrath it sows,
War undeclared was written in the heart
Of those whose blood like cold water flows
Drowning their own with what they impart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem