The two men wore no expression
They both came wearing suits
All that moved was the fly on the wall
This midnight call deliberate
A door flung open revealed so much more
Pandora's box tipped upside down
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to say
Amidst the blows exchanged a baby cries out
A woman wearing an apron laid in a pool of blood
His little hands waving a gun
This was his father's tool of the trade
Passed down to the son
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow.. authentic it is... never have I read such a sad, detailed poem of such a horrifying event..... This will touch everyone to the core. keep it up Deb.. your mind will open up peoples hearts into new realms of such hate, so that we should love what we have and appreciate.