O in this war torn world of greed and division,
We poets need to share our bread with everyone.
We can be Christ like conveyors of compassion.
So we should plant the sacred seeds of righteousness:
That shall bloom into the fiery flowers of
Love, mercy, transcendence, truth and liberation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amen to that and happy sabbatical from the pen. Must pay the bills, after all. .)