It's roar was deep...like words that kill,
Words that can better kill than a physical hit;
It will blow you in pieces, crashed and disgrace,
After that thunder's anger, resulting to regrets.
Madness...sadness, doubts and disrespect,
Hey, it's ok to scream it out, why not than leave;
Than keeping it inside without spitting it out,
At least, that will shook off, waking up the stupid world!
Now, after that thunder which shook me off,
I know now where I stand, to be safe, to be real;
And this gives me more strength not to hide but to stand,
Be in line, be aware, and be ready again for another thunder;
For I know, somehow, when anger of thunder strikes again,
I know where YOU and I stand.....!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem