the ears of bigots are closed
as are their eyes
they cannot hear or see
nor feel our pain
they fear the time may come
to lose the game
they are immune to touch
and reason fails
their bitterness is lost
in loneliness
they cannot know the truth
of their distress
for hate divides the race
and leads to grief
and only love may grant
redemption's grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem