there, above
the seashore Niobe,
mother full of pain,
turned into rock,
is standing desperate.
deprived pet projects
of the life
of her daughter and sons
only left the emptiness pain,
of which to can not stand
.. it was possible.
sad Niobe is standing
of tear stone won't sail...
and on other edge
other mother
she still cried her eyes
out tears are flowing
she also at dawn lost
children of the husband
and the family
when a merciless
and mindless war
full of victims
and poured blood
began
now there by the water
she is only standing
and she understands
one's and for
desperate Niobe pain...
and whether you will
understand this pain?
for them you will raise your hand
torturer, murderer of people
I am telling STOP and STAND!
you will pay, for human tears.
you won't say, that... it is not you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem