Pain on pain body heaped on body inexhaustible hatred.
So the eye less and the ear less, national pride persona's engage each other
The worlds news seeks to be neutral just does the body count
Yet in the maelstrom of hate and belligerence another voice.
From the grieving on both sides voices call for peace and dialogue
Another way must be found to engage the issues the dead have no voice.
Instead their loved ones speak, enough is enough, their pain the same.
The pleading falls on deaf ears, but the pleading for peace must never cease.
Dedicated to the BFF
(c) J Tipp August 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem