I sit here
in complete fear
of the things i see
and the words i hear.
Where is my Father?
I cry at night.
Where is the One?
Who makes everything all right?
I bite my lips
and clench my hands
and pray that the many
soon understand.
You kill our brothers
under the banner of my Lord! ! !
What blasphemy is this?
The brethren He adores!
Take back your hate.
Lay your weapons down.
My Lord is angry.
My soul shudders at his frown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem