now we can toast
on bollinger purchased
to Greg Uhan's words;
007 will not
shot us lovers
of peace
the poor
the broken
hearted down;
rather we shall step build
rainbow bridge colourful
beautiful autumn bonfires
of our words
sing our love
to a chill;
cold hungry
world neglected
turn bombs
grenades weapons
of war into bread
fish feasts with wine
then invite
all suffering people
from all nations;
regardless of age
race religion gender
encoded sexuality
occupation
to sit sip sup
at our table
our celebration
a feast to superior
hearts love empathy
of supposedly
common humanity
which gives
all from their livelihood
not a few token coins
from profit as disguised
tax rebate
greed calculation
which insults
the souls
of beloved our
suffering humanity...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem