Who knows?
We cultivate hate
Take procession and lead
For people's mood to read
And count the dead
Such is our latest theory
Add to people's misery
Give them hell
And openly tell
Follow us
With trust
Else you die
Better leave the place and flee
Many areas are under fire
Old and children retire
In concentration camps
Falling in clear traps
No one knows
When wind may blow
In favor for peace
Making life at an ease
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No one knows When wind may blow In favor for peace Making life at an ease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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