Murder is a wrecking ball
It will hit anything on it's way
After destroying the building, it does not take the bricks away.
The dust lifts up and surrounds the crowd, the buildings around and it gets out loud
Even when the dust lays low,
It will take some time, but it will show
The dust moves away by wind, by time,
But the bricks I pick them up every time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem