Millions voice are calling loudly.
Now my ears are closed.
Millions tears are falling.
Now floods are destroying.
Billions and billions said nobody knows.
And they still keeping saying so.
And where this seeds are..
On the fat soil or stone..
You had visible at joint, crossing, and conection.
As is where you born.
Social network catch red-handed.
As is your source.
Now you are in public.
by patric ndidzulafhi munyai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem