In the bosom of the earth I wept, 
Wept like a child of genocide.
And unto its rising back I was laid bare, 
Bare like a million corpses…………
Lust and un-fruitful    explosions blackened her lips, 
With death, lips that where once potent with pure life.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    