Oh dear earth are you destined to die again?
It seems you are by the hands of men.
You’ve tried; I know to breathe your way
into our night and into our day.
Flooded by the blood seeping into your ground
you must make a stand, cry your unearthly sound.
Eruptions of fire and the crash of the wave
will erase the land in the homes of the brave.
All the wonders that you gave to all,
The spring, the summer, the winter and fall
are crying their tears all together,
as once again their mixed up weather
are threatening everything in their sight.
We await the scene with sorrow and fright.
But why should we cry? Why should we wail?
You will cleanse this planet with your final exhale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem