It's the beginning of a new decade.
I sense the despair of once great cities;
Now liberally littered with bones and
Broken walls. In the end, will we all be
Consumed and destroyed by fire and flood? .
Unless things change, in a dramatic way,
A grave silence will descend upon the earth.
Life's sweet flowers will no longer blossom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem