When war looms,
dark doom drips down the
cold cruel steels edge of greed.
Sharply sliced bloodshed red rivers arise,
waging rage hates red rivers floods its bloody
banks, racicg through the fertile valleys.
washes away the lands that laid
beneath their fleeting feet!
when we all have peace,
it washes the lands with warmth
and loving light, and we will all shine
under it.....SUBLIMELY
people who participate in a war represent a particular country..race..whatever..they dont represent humanity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Make love, not war! ! ! ! ! Ride on bro!