September 1st Poem by Alexander Foald

The rain poured the first time in the morning
It wetted the minds out of chill of dead people
The clouds still carried its heavy grey thinking
Riding with the train all people couldn’t handle

My wish is, for it not to disturb the dreams
Of I have since long time had all hopes drowned to
My dream, to build this city on the mountain of gods
Where my people can see the dawn of their own sun

It was in September first, on a rainy day
The first thing I heard when I woke up in the morning
Along with the bursting rain that shoot our homeland
A big blown-up of an explosion,
Killing all my people of heaven