graveyard full
to the brim
with so many
of them
grim reaper
has the shovel
in his hand
celebrating
death of another man
mother earth full your belly
with pain and misery
just as full
as it can be
mother earth
you mournfully cry
why must
so many people
have to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem