Clashes of metals filled the air
Women and children running in fear
Eyes dashed on where to hide
Memories limp on only one side.
The day change to the vise of the night
All afraid of this fighting plight
Warlords pummel on innocence
Humans crying to their presence
Hearts lingers on whom to follow
Their gains are reciprocated with sorrow.
When warlords hit the slaughtering field
Defenders put their mighty shield.
Who will ease the tears of thee?
Eyes are open, their tears they see.
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I would like to translate this poem
OH, GODSPOWER, WHEN WILL MAN EVER, EVER GET A CLUE? KILLING? STARVING PEOPLE? INNOCENT WEE HELPLESS CHILDREN BEING ABUSED AND KILLED? ALL IN THE NAME OF WHAT? MAN'S SELF-MADE MYTHOLOGICAL POWER-GRASPING/JUSTIFYING THEORIES TO COMMIT THE UGLIEST OF CRIMES? THERE SHOULD BE LOVE WHICH EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING SHOULD BE GOVERNED BY. LOVE SYMBOLIZES THE BASICS OF OUR CONSTRUCTION. IT EXISTS IN WILDLIFE, AS WELL. IF ANYTHING, AREN'T WE CARETAKERS? SHOULDN'T EVERY HUMAN BE CONCERNED ABOUT ANYTHING AND ALL THAT GROWS? METHINKS SO! ! ! RULERS MAY HAVE THE POWER, BUT WE, THE PEOPLE OF EVERY NATION, CAN AND SHOULD RISE UP AGAINST ALL INJUSTICES. CAROL