”Thousands of corpses of mountain” The maggots hands while crawling the mountain of thousands of dead bodiesComing up from the creeping-up shoesFilled to madness while shake off ‘emThe world of heartless of death Of the human world of the dead bodies are, who died in the war so farSad world … race is not mix mix isOnly sad tears and blood … While prayer died funeral of a person who wentDead toward the mountain of the previous exit is not told anythingWhat also does not move … just roll onlyThe mouth came thinks Ya out with or talk to open theHerd of cockroaches came from insideIt came proceed to choose to live in suchHere is not a hellWorld of Between reality and hellNot nothing like that liveThe world of sadness that heartless to dominate ”Poet - Moderns …” I glimpse a realistic world …Not produce anything warOf the atomic bomb of the time of the junior high school I was reading the Barefoot GenFear … I was scared … Always Thank you very much … For the souls of those who died in the warI wish …#haart #poet #poetry #poem
The maggots hands while crawling the mountain of thousands of dead bodiesComing up from the creeping-up shoesFilled to madness while shake off ‘emThe world of heartless of death Of the human world of the dead bodies are, who died in the war so farSad world … race is not mix mix isOnly sad tears and blood … While prayer died funeral of a person who wentDead toward the mountain of the previous exit is not told anythingWhat also does not move … just roll onlyThe mouth came thinks Ya out with or talk to open theHerd of cockroaches came from insideIt came proceed to choose to live in suchHere is not a hellWorld of Between reality and hellNot nothing like that liveThe world of sadness that heartless to dominate ”Poet - Moderns …” I glimpse a realistic world …Not produce anything warOf the atomic bomb of the time of the junior high school I was reading the Barefoot GenFear … I was scared … Always Thank you very much … For the souls of those who died in the warI wish …#haart #poet #poetry #poem
