Every time you beat your wife,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you bully a fool,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you rape her,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you make threats,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you blackmail,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you steal,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you groom them,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you lie
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you murder,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time you scheme,
You have blood on your hands.
Every time to make others suffer,
You have blood on your hands.
Your blood is poisoned with hate,
With love you do not relate.
Turn your back on evil,
Redeem your painful past,
Remove that grotesque mask,
And find a return to innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem