Deafining is the word i`d use,
when I heard that bomb.
If only I had seen the fuse,
before it blew up prom.
I saw your bloody face,
drained of life.
And it was a race,
to save your life.
But we were to late,
now your dead.
That was your fate
because of someones hate.
Now I go to church and pray for thee.
For the love of my life has left me.
You had my heart and soul
and now I pay the toll.
For loosing you,
and i am missing everything we used to do.
So here is my goodbye,
now wishing I could die.
Missing you... Jordan
If we all stop to think for a second the beauty of each other’s differences then we would have built a mosque next to a church and a Hindu temple next to a synagogue and so on…Oh! How I wish to learn the sound of peace! Unjust is unjust at any level there is no justification for destruction…I will stop. But thanks for making me think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this one a lot!