Unprepared or expected this way,
To come.
The experiencing of painful change done.
Affecting not one.
'Them' or 'they'.
Two or a few.
With a turning of backs to walk away.
This change to witness,
Creating a devastating physical.
And unbelievable mental upheaval.
Bringing everyone to their knees pleading,
For God to provide them relief...
From such grief.
Gone from us to God we pray,
Is kept childish pettiness.
Division, indifference.
And religious hypocrisies.
Gone from us to God we pray,
Are racist kept beliefs.
Needlessly inflicted to perform,
Confusion and conflicts.
Upon others to receive.
Gone from us to God we pray,
Is misery, pain, sorrow and grief.
More these days to make clear,
'They' or 'them'.
You or me or others should endure,
To go through undeserving.
Yet...
Could it be,
God knew this from the beginning.
To allow,
Selfish greed to feed it.
Humanity to reach,
The heights of corruption.
Exposing the evil of misdeeds to delude.
Until understood it becomes,
There is only One God...
Who can save them from themselves.
With a worshipping to create,
Done to fake faith.
Now seeking an escape,
An epidemic no one can ignore.
Like messages sent.
With each one to have been sent.
Not to take as seriously as they were.
But this message sent,
No one can refuse to excuse...
Their pretensions to keep,
Can prevent them from grief.
Since this change,
Is a lesson to learn to leave...
A permanence to stay believed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem