Ten million dead
and what is it for?
A piece of bread and nothing more.
Where man fights his brother
where man kills man.
This place is not a land i know
humanity and mercy exist not in this land.
A killing field but still i sit here
with my head in my hands
and ask myself, why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hitting the nail on the head good