I hear a sad cry of a cow from a slaughterhouse.
That echoes and accompanies in my sojourn.
Wherever I go I hear that sad melody.
In Seagull’s shriek and the ferocious waves of the sea,
A child’s cry in the cradle for milk when mother delays the feeding.
A man’s cry when in hungry and a bullet pierce in the battlefield.
The whole life is a shout expressing emotion,
That resembles the poor cow’s moo in the slaughterhouse.
I dedicate this poem to my silent hidden friend Denis. Joe
guess no hamburgers today for me! nice read enjoyed depressing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a sad poem, but I am never depressed by compassion so powerfully and beautifully expressed. You give sorrow a voice. You have my applause. Warm regards, Sandra