can not stop my heart to tremble if my brother bleeds if on the horizon, smother of war, rises and covers the sun where once towered ancient olive trees only remains a heap of rubble nothing will be ours forever soon we will go away as we came to the light screaming and painfully tortured in the thorax naked as every being on this earth and the lives lost, injured, abused, forgotten will be an heavier burden on the chest taking care of the neighbor as well as the brothers away we connect our life to countless other the peace enlighten the armed hand
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 00:33:03 +0000