They come, from one hundred ninety-four nations,
that are settled on seven recognized continents.
They're people of a teeming of color 'n culture,
practicing a myriad of views, creed, and mantra.
They are the Good, the ones who bear Heart.
They live by an axiom or altruistic means.
And, among them are our worlds finest people
they who'd take the last cloth off their back,
and give it to the one who needed it, the same.
They are out there, among the ones who we fear,
they who've been poisoned by irrational ideology,
or self inflicted evil by the sins of cold hate.
Yet, in the end, I do believe that the Good-
shall be fed the finest seeds of Gods Kingdom
There are many beautiful people upon our lands,
the lands that are ours to protect as one world,
Beautiful people that can make a World of difference
through Acceptance like the 'ONE' who made us all.
FjR-MMXV
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem