tear down the many roadblocks
bumps, fill in potholes,
heal casualties of miss understanding
and unwillingness to behold,
found a place of no struggle and strife
that claim war is the story of survival
too often the roads are washed out
by storms of fear
floods of doubt
rains of lies and deciet
outpouring of hate
drench and soak our minds
brainwash that there is no road
no route without war
we will not acfept that hump
of propagands to carry on our backs
that from the beginning
the first crime was a matter of days
murder came in the second generation
followed by subterfuge and diplomacy
even language betrayed us
at the Tower of Babel
now we are tired of having
the wool pulled over our eyes
protest there is, a road
another way for a better day
and that we do have a say
can pave the road
and change our ways
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very pious resolutions! Hope for a great year!