When there's a triumph; sword to sword
People falling; fold to fold
And people crying, dying
Let history's scrolls unroll
A murky trail of blood
The men go back to back
And Noah's Godly flood
Did rid the world of bad
But then again again again
And evil still it thrives
Till the day God commands
And then it all will die
And till that day let's keep peace
And give all that we can
And hope, and joy for what we have
Clean our hearts from sin.
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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