the killing of the children continues,
their cries muffled by 'holy' hands.
you speak of bringing God back,
as if He were in retirement.
in the name of liberty you march,
the price of oil screams and soars.
build more prisons, dig more graves,
call on morality and justice.
still, the bodies of the children
testify on your back streets.
you spray the winds with chemical death!
and turning the pages of
your bloodstained Bible,
you call on the God whose
name you invented...
and He turns away in horror!
Eric Cockrell, The usage of chemical in every aspect of our life is beyond comprehensible, apart from war and the nuclear testing in the oceans. May All our Gods group together and save us, if we do not know to save ourselves. God gave us a sacred land and we have messed it up..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm....i hv nothing to say...but guide ur faith....+