It was the day,
When the lamps of future were blown off,
When a garden of roses was ravaged,
By the brute.
Flowers and petals were trampled,
By the animals.
They moved unrestrained,
Though the roses were thrown upon thorns,
The petals were pricked,
And they withered very soon.
Yet the pain left behind,
And the fragrance too,
Will remain fresh,
In the coming years of centuries.
Oh, you brute, think not you are the winner.
Know that, in both worlds, you are the loser.
I know,
The voilence swept away the flowers of my garden.
I admit,
What happened, was injurous.
What happened, was ruinous.
But I vow,
I vow by the tearful eyes of the mothers,
and by the painful cries of the children.
That,
the future will be a message of triumph,
& the new morning, for the enemy, will be a failure.
I vow,
The peace will be forever,
& the war will be never.
I vow this by God.........
A great poem, congratulations for writing such a wonderful message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha Arfa... IAM impressed... War, and or Peace... such broad subjects, each with both contributors, and adversaries... and no answers from the promoters in either camp... and then the subject of the write is presented... That 'term' terrorism... What a watch term... however it may be defined... Your work is exemplary and presented to the readership in such a calm and secure form... The descriptive word work pulls US into what develops as a private and soulfully personal tribute to your determination... So, how goes your War? Have you identified that enemy that you made? By this IAM questioning your continued quest to defeat this contrived enemy... IAM being very direct and true to many points that I have made on this very subject... I believe that we fail our humanity when we choose to make an enemy of anyone... Now making peace... this is an entirely different tact to the rectification of differences between humans... granted, not all attempts will be successful... as not all negotiations are righteously presented... Humans... generally such dull beasts... with only vision reaching the ends of their rather indistinctive noses... a universal flaw in the design I suppose... Thank you for allowing me this read... this comment... and these thoughts which your words have raised up into focus this evening... IAM not quite finished but I promise you that I will keep this piece close... and read through your other offerings... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two