Pounding rhythms settling into poetical interludes, traipsing
across interior deserts of existence.
Watching others trying to kill the inner core of humanity
with fear, prejudice, intolerance, racism, going against
morals, ethics and belief in God.
Lives scattered, broken, torn apart by a handful of people
intent on committing evil acts on all of mankind.
Goodness, now standing up, demanding it's place in humanity,
ready to fight for it against all odds.
Never giving in to it, conquering and doing away with evil's
existence.
Never allowing it to become a part of our lives here in the
United States of America.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem