Beyond the curtain of honor
Shot into History
He belongs to the ages
Tears reach the doors of time
When the wars end who wins
Blessed are the peacemakers
Frederic Douglas with wet eyes
Martin Luther Kings blood
Centuries are rings
The cross will always cry
Death crushes the serpent
The meek shall inherit the earth
Sleep amidst great drops of blood
Honor rests free of coffins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's an honor to read your poems, and your defense of righteousness. It is so refreshing in these troubled times. You're like a breath of fresh air, and I inhale deeply.