Standing in rain,
Alone & despised.
We bear the torments,
Of daily life.
Wounds & sufferings
Lay bare in blood
Pouring...
Of infants & men.
Inhuman torture,
And bloody intifada.
Shall ye not rise,
O humans against
These...
The call is nigh,
The fate yet to be...
Yet the final solution,
Let that be
Peace
&
Peace.
Fusion
Nîn dîn, erui a del.
Baran naeg a ndagnir
O aur lîn.
Serth a baug
Gwenn lim sui iag
Rind, laurëa o neth a nîr.
Úvanimor garo
Aegas ú-thaedi,
A dû o chîr.
Nae, nîn edain,
Garo edregol!
I ‘lam natha gîn,
Amin natha...
Sî dhû,
A manadh ú-aear,
Dan i meth en-edregol,
No i sîdh,
A i sîdh.
End
Subject: This poetry raises the question of why we fight wars and a desperate call a voice of the commoners.
Good Day