Here a primary zone,
There a secondary zone,
Time spreads multi zones,
Amidst Dead Men Zones
That move throughout History.
Dominoes Cain, human humanity;
Able to present day victims.
Hear present bullet tracer snipers,
Amongst tear gas barrage canisters.
Where dead babies, cry no more.
Death being ever present, more and more,
They fall in funeral pyres, among burning tires.
Hear yea the echo salvo, forevermore RIP grave.
Oh die, die do repeat; repeat Grim Reapers volley.
Onward, onward life; backward, backward death.
Siege heil, thy Warsaw Ghetto hollow caste cry,
Burn, burn die Holocaust in burning fresh pyres.
That Phoenix seeks to extinguish the past DMZ's.
Still so many live fire, amid foreboding ammunition
That the assault weapon of time, mass stamps again.
One, two many, three blood bath, brings forth carnage.
One, upon one, on another - stacks up the human cost.
Pile the corpses, upon mountains, and set pyres aflame
Let human conscience burn fresh in civilization askew.
One thousand, two too death do depart, depths twain.
Timbre the human sound of death, in cremating skeletons.
Timber, human timber, they live to be felled in killing fields.
Tempest fury ferocity, bleeds in eyes, being closed-shut forever.
Temper the velocity across DMZ's, in one side having rocks.
Tears at thy heart, to see Warsaw Ghetto, God Children fall.
One Cain tribe, against Able's tribe, multiped by pro-creation.
Are we not ALL God's children scattered among human tribes.
Did not Protestant, Catholic, Jew, Muslim, Buddhists - love once?
Like, before Cain, slew Able to start a plague of DMZ death mares.
Oh, steed of death, why do, propel eternal killing fields of bigot-tree.
That says, we have this Right, to defend against rock felt throwers,
With lethal weapons that says "We are on the Right side of GOD."
A hundred year ago, they were on the receiving side with pelt rocks,
Then being on the Left side of God, praying the killing would stop.
This Poet-ician words cry for DMZ miracles that there will be Peace in
Dead Children Zones, Dead Women Zones, and Dead Men Zones
Now you see why poets are Terminated onto the verse words of DMZ's.
The poem captures the murderous madness of modern human history which has become a vast grave for humanity itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death being ever present, more and more and primary or secondary zones amazes mind. Wisely expressed views we witness in this brilliant poem...10