It isn't pleasant!
A frightful life wrapped in blood and smoke!
A gift of tyrannical and heartless occupiers,
Unexpected to receive a bouquet of roses,
As woeful feelings are on every face,
But! what if the gift comes floating in the dream?
Everynight we get such gifts for free,
Think just about all the beauties we dream _
The lost peace! The melodious songs! The radiant light!
The sweet dreams rest our souls in peace and delight,
But our eyes open with fright at phantoms' sight,
When they come out of our heads in the course of dream,
A nightmare starts with horror movies,
Woe! Woe! No peace we find at dawn!
No bird sings in a marvellous tune on any bough!
There is nothing in nature to be adored,
There is only ugliness that sits in our heart,
But! no matter how much we suffer,
We share love with all, and forgive our foes,
But! all too often they appreciate it not.
Love and forgiveness in abundance are our precious treasure,
A rare gift that we have received from God,
So let's all be aware and live a life of love and peace
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem