To a world of bombs and vicious missiles
Of sorrow, death, diseases-
A world of hunger, pain, darkness- a living hell
God speaks last
Everyday people go up in flames
One man swipes a murdering knife, another man dies
Somehow, somewhere, people take up guns and spray instant deaths
Killers killing and loving it
Wailers wailing and hating it
To this world of greed, injustice, hatred- this gloomy tomb
Where the innocent goes to jail because the guilty has the bail
This world
God speaks last!
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I would like to translate this poem
Very thought provoking sharing. This poem holds reality of thought of the poet....10