Is there any good left in the world.
I know I don't want to say,
is there any remorse for the spirits left broken,
and bodies were left to lay,
is there any forgiving for the sins we commit,
or is it a roll in the hay,
is there any light left in this world,
or is it my place to say,
I hope you are ready for the judge when he comes, believe this if you may.
I feel it is time to close my hands and kneel to my father and pray.
Demarice, a nice poem, but a far shot, of anything close to a Pulitzer, just because you live in Hollywood, doesn't automatically makes you a Hollywood Writer! Keep writing though! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
greatness is truly this poet!