Imminence!
Threat of invasion;
Wickedness,
With the muse of war.
Love,
The yield of its fruits;
Living in a nice field,
With the shiled of righteouness!
Than, the bullets of war:
The slope,
Let it be with hope;
With the fruits of love than, the wickedness of war!
Awareness,
Like a snap shot! !
But, war is not the answer towards peace.
In a cave,
Hiding from the bullerts of war!
The threat of invasion;
Trying to protect yourself from the evil one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem