Out of chaos comes Light: no words... a friend
wrote: it's true, for nothing can express pain
and agony felt by shock of fiends
who have ruined so many splintered lives:
yet, my profession is use of language
able to transmit on page, the crowd's claim...
sounding their silent cry: poets are guids,
who must beg worlds not to bury bowed heads
in desert sands: instead rise up, strong and brave
in order to respect those sacrificed dead!
Let not fear and hate wrap around our hearts
but rather carry high the torch of Light:
poets must show the way out of darkness,
where love and kindness: faith in the Absolute
Unknown Energy far stronger than evil
scarabees of violent stark blackness!
This kamikaze hell has tolled its own death bell
it has insulted humanitarian
dignity and ethical behavior:
opened doors to create new spiritual change!
Panmelys Friday November l3th 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem