in the final end,
when day is done,
and all the battles are over.
when we stand back and look
at what we've built,
and what we've destroyed...
is God our reason?
or is God our excuse?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this work very much. If there is such a being, spirit or force it is either a reason or an excuse for each of us as you say. Would like to hear your thoughts re my poem My 21 Minutes.