People often fall victims
Drugged by their own dissatisfaction
They hold onto a black cloud of smoke
Unaware of the fierce fire on the other end
Ignoring the fumes that consumes at their souls
They chose blind obedience against their own will
Betrayed by their own superior beliefs
They fall for the masked ideology of race
Or the dark force of religious fundamentalism
Trampling on their own moral high ground
They stoop very low beneath their faiths
Embracing darkness with both hands
Unperturbed by the angelic call for peace
They match to the drums of disharmony
Blind obedience is a contagious disease
Transforming even the mild-hearted souls
Into machete wielding bandits
Or slogan chanting zombies
Ready to decapitate any peace loving heart
That stand opposed to their cause
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very few are willing or capable of thinking for themselves
Thanks Kelly for your comment.