There will always be a war, or rumors of a war
Until man says; no more!
Evil will wear a frown, when man puts his foot down
If not! in blood he will drown.
There will always be hate, as being man’s fate
But, only man can carry is own weight,
He must reach out his hand, to help his brothers stand
Then peace to others it will expand.
Man might go to jail, and man might go to hell
As his actions and his deeds will prevail,
So, where will he walk toward, for his final reward
He must either serve the devil or the Lord.
Man will stand trial, when he walks his last mile
For his breathing and also his guile,
Gods worse judgment, is better than the devil’s punishment
As read and understood in the Bible’s print.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem