Less a father
Less a man
Less a human being
Less a brother
Less a husband
Less a soul with feeling
Less religious
Less believing
Less a trusting man
Less revering
Less forgiving
There's blood upon the sand
Blood on the rocks
Blood on the ground
A pure soul lies so lifeless
Tears on my face
Tears on a grave
Now my life seems worthless
This poem dedicated to my son Andrew Eichen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such heartfelt sorrow in this poet friend Kindest regards, T