sin of children who have no shelter in this century of madness that fill silently in the flames of war and blood? I am saddened by a world that is engulfed in an endless night, I am saddened by a world that is drowned in an endless night, a
bitter world that is still a game of autocrats
, whoever kills the world with blood in the name of security, the lullaby of every child, the sound of bomb bursts, what is the sin of children, that the world is so full of politics, that war,
poverty, and helplessness are the bitter fate of nations
? When can the ominous owl of poverty fill this world? Shadow, freedom and love spread on the earth , when can the rain of happiness fall from the sky, the angel of love and hope step on the earth, the
landless child breaks the night, endure the flower branch in the hot tube of the machine guns, put the flower branch in the hot tube of the machine guns
. This century of madness, which fills silently in the flames of war and blood}
