Father in the heaven! I will love you until I die;
It's a sin for me to say you goodbye!
Father! You gave me a life, your gene to share;
Thus, you are alive in me, forever!
When the war began in nineteen seventy one;
For false gossips, they engaged in a cruel fun.
They provoked shootings throughout the country,
For titles, gangs, safety and for own sanctuary!
Armed men didn't die but civilians got killed,
Now, many widows and orphans exist indeed!
I hate those who wore masks of freedom fighters,
History not well written by historians and writers!
I lost a home, homestead as my main man died by a bullet;
But patriots got joys and jackpots from that roulette!
My father fell in the height of the street;
I lost a good father who had such a high spirit!
Father in the heaven! I will love you until I die;
It's a sin for me to say you goodbye!
Father! You gave me a life, your gene to share;
Thus, you are alive in me, forever!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem