He writes of love and hate
He writes of good and bad
He writes of cold and warmth
He writes joy and laughter
He warns of death and loss
He warns of war and lack
With rage his fire burns
And ceaselessly it goes
Of unknown he claims he knows
And our attention he warns to give
But our choice it is we have
To give or not to give
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem