When the world was dark and void
And the earth was not good for a home
All who brag of riches and might
What were the things you own?
The sea or the dry land
The trees among all that was made
Who created the waiver bird?
Since you believe only the things you've read
Isn't the earth null and void?
Is this among the things you've heard?
Who own the air you breathe?
Those who said God doesn't exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course I do Sire Robert Murray Smith