when their grief has no more tears
an empty stare contains their fears
yesterday their home was burned
every prayer and pleading spurned
the cruel beasts of war destroy
and murder innocence and joy
faith and hope and love deserted
where every value is perverted
as death and rape and pillage rise
in fire and smoke their village dies
they struggle toward a foreign land
across the sterile barren sand
they pause beneath an olive tree
to thank their God that they are free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sensitiveness to those deserving itttttttttttttttttt!