Lame War Poem by dana besarani

That cloud moves so very
slowly,
As if it carries heartbreaking news,
Fearing that if it cries out,
It will turn into rain, wind, storms, and tears.
It treads with difficulty, lest it fall
Into the hands of the black clouds of this era.
Slowly, flock by flock, they move along, unafraid of being lost;
They only fear colliding with a black cloud and staining their hands with blood.
There are many with hearts as pure and white as these clouds,
Worshippers of purity,
But in moments of deceit, trickery, and injustice, no one is spared.
Many wish to reconcile with the blue sky,
But the dark currents and the smoke of weapons
Will not allow it.
They are defeated, yet they refuse to admit their failure.
This year's wheat harvest is yellow,
Yet they cannot bear its greenness or its stature;
They snatch it and hide it away, just like the era of Joseph and the Governor of Egypt.
In the end, they will bow their heads and become food for dozens of monsters,
Falling into the prison of the sun...
You seized the earth from humanity,
And in the end, you shall face only reproach.
In the end nothing left just the advice
Leave my colour...
Choose yours in your space
I choose mine in my space
We will be fine... I forgive
I agree
You can forgive, you can agree
Then we can live
And be happy...
Don't you think or try our life to be sink
Don't you think? ? ? ? ! ! !
OK here you are
Two team fight
Who will win
Is not a win
It's a fight? ! ! !
What a odssey this life...

Dana Besarani