The world has placed its load
On orphans, widows and the lowly
Be tender, be kind to them
Be the flowers with the nectar to heal
the hunger that mews in their entrails like cats
Let the bombs of love fall harmlessly
upon their heads
And a confetti of the petals of roses
Falling on their heads to celebrate
The occasion of winning the heart of man
Man, show love, show love
For you are the father next to God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem