The world is going to hell
Fire alarms are ringing their bells
Whistles flying down from the sky
The booms as more people die
The world is a fiery sight
People crying out in the night
When planes start to fly over head
Everyone will soon be dead
No one will be left alive
And nothing will survive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sure feels a lot like that.