Misty fog convulsed in the sky.
All land is coloured red
Given birth by hatred.
Innocent carcases littered the streets
Oozing out horrid smell.
Birds perches on birds
Of the same flocks
Vultures now swallow each other
Lions prey on lions
Oddities reign in all nations.
Help! all hands are stained
Like a butcher.
Races are dagger drawn
Brothers maim brothers
Belligerent tribes strike each other
Blood flows like the hurricane
Our white garment is stained.
Mistrust, mistrust, Mistrust everywhere.
Hatred darkens all heart.
Pretencious love dwells with us.
Beneath our beliefs
We race against each others
Nations roll out weapons
To claim territories
Power is amassed
At points of bayonets
Confusion reigns in the globe.
Someone help!
We are ebbing to bestiality
We need help
We want peace in the world
We want to caress each other again
We want to sleep with two eyes closed
We are famished for eloped good neighbourliness
We need foes to be friends again
No gain in these pains
Let's not descreate the world anymore more
Let's sheath the swords.
We can't deny that we are on the verge of decadence of values.Your message is great.
You are right. Our souls are stained for we continue to let it happen in the world..very sad situation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I t happens and can happen anywhere there are people for we're not yet civilised, sad to say. All countries, all creeds have had blood on their hands at some time in history. The most we can do is bring our children up to believe in peace and not to harm each other for at the end, when all the violence stops we still have to live together and talk.