Oh! Sons of the Barbarians!
hands of atrocious Victorians,
stop the acts of annihilations,
in the gesture of salutation..
bombarding the high sky of silence,
tormenting hearts also in silence,
at home, at towns and in world,
stop bullying children of our womb..
every failure, every tremor, every collapse,
done by the sons of barbarians,
who never learnt lessons of love,
hatred crawl their mind as cobweb..
eye for an eye, hand for a hand,
numbers for another dead numbers,
what teachings taught at your prayer rooms,
sons of barbarians! stop this nonsense
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I would like to translate this poem
Very true and thought-provoking poem.