‘Tis a Region….mired…in conflict
…..Bigotry….its very soul to blame
Confusion….all of Man’s own making…
….Hatred fueling passion’s flame
Need we have a talk with God
Spend some…quiet time…alone…
Reflect within that sacred vision
….Every…..evil…..act….atone
Should we beg of Him forgiveness
…Every sniper’s discharged gun
Every raging drone…..of terror
….Every single…..strafing run
Should we ask a note of guidance…
Assuage the pain of every wrong
…..Resolve that conflict ever kindling
Outstanding issues…here at home
….Our Nation’s….past……akin….to ISIS
American History’s consummate shame
Poignant memoirs….steeped in turmoil
….Hatred…fueling….passion’s flame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem