Everything sad,
Moves me to tears,
Ever since I realized,
That pain and death exist
Caused mainly by the clenched
Fist,
Of one man against another,
It's so true, that we cannot
Trust one another
And maybe, they are right
Murder seems to be,
A continual curse,
Throughout, History!
Carried out, systematically
By some, monsters
Without human souls or charter
After all, Cain killed Able
And he was his own brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inhumanity and war not only provoke thought but also bring sadness and tear. We need to be aware. Human values should be established. All need peace and love and not war. An amazing poem is shared.