If you hurt someone hurt much already,
And rub salt in the wounds,
Inhumane is your act upon the earth;
You can't justify your grounds.
If you send terrorists for proxy war,
And dream of lands, not yours,
You cannot win an inch of soil this way;
Just curse of lives so lost.
If you mock persons driven to the edge,
And make fun of diseased,
You aren't a human being in the least,
But apathetic beast.
Support the minds in shock of disasters;
Offer encouragement;
Renew their will to live and heal their wounds;
Give them hope and succor.
Help all the persons unlucky around;
Talk words of kindness, love;
Console the ones bereaved unnaturally;
Help those disaster-struck.
The mind and heart must sound and healthy stay;
Calamities will come;
Humanism is wand of healing touch;
Kind words heal every wound.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-09-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem