All democrats, all secular;
All peace loving, all brotherhood;
Very, very loving, and very very true,
This is not a joke but more than real.
But why is red every nook and corner;
This is not a nightmare,
But very real than reality,
A reality more real than any faith.
A faith lost to cannibalism……
A brutality that is beyond barbarism,
Thrill in hot flesh and blood of you and mine;
Perhaps your God is more brute than cannibals…..
Alas! We have hugged this bloody theatre,
Yes it is for fun, for power and for gun,
The baked black flesh of you and mine;
Even stray dogs are proud of their civilization.
The blood on road may shame mankind,
But slaughterers dance and rejoice;
Lives, trees threatened, nothing endowed;
But cannibals cheer at the flourishing sound and flame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem