Lock out loathing
To titillate love
Supply and apply brotherhood bathing
Thereby flying on wings of the love dove.
Stalk specters of hatred
Devoting spaces in your heart
To painting raptured residues red
In full, not in part from the start.
Spread love, spread compassion
For kith and kin, for the foreigner
Your heart teeming with passion
Seeping, healing every sentimental strainer.
Unpack ugliness in envy
Driven to boiling point
In cauldrons of soporific scurvy
Growing insane, inane in your jumbled joint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem John keep them coming. James