Armageddon is a tale
Without a tail
Never a day will pass
Without the sun casting its rays
We may sleep and dream the end
Holy books will give sermons of doom
The clouds may besiege the sky
We may go to bed hungry
We could die in wars
Bet it Armageddon is hidden lie
Not for the individual
But for the world alone berthed
In the fear that one day it will be no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem