Shall we accuse each other - our religions, our faiths, our beliefs
Babel and Babel accuse, and on and on, and death comes like a thief.
Yes, gather round and point the finger, 'Its all their fault, they want us dead! '
And your religion to be right and expunge that which is in your head
And you fill the land and lay to waste onward seeking all others to cease
But down you are looked on, down as you read your great books in noble speech
That the rest of the world looks at you and weeps... and prays for peace...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem