Where is music when children,
men and women are slaughtered
with merciless religion of hate?
Where is poetry when blood
of the innocents is spilled
over the barren ground of hope?
Where is conscience when peace
is buried in silence
by the rule of weapons
and the ideology
to exterminate
a group of people?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your dear response, dear Kelvin. Keep on posting too.