Fuel of cow's dung,
Fuel of human excrement,
And like a sharp blade from a barber's shop! !
Over the hairs of your head and of your private part;
But, i will strecth out my hands to hold you!
Because, you need peace in this land than war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interseting abstract piece which leaves many trails of thought open...tyvm karen