I cannot sing for one
so many children lost
the cruelty of politics
the pomposity of faith
I mourn beyond those
I held dear and true
I weep, I sing, I scream
for all jaded humanity
for in the innocent time
of children and nations
unlimited divinity waits
till hatred and war loom
the dead do not return
and those who live on
stripped of innocence
welcome the henchman
comes death and suicide
the despair of nations
the grief of the family
un-consoled by heaven
and this while grinning
preachers and politicos
put on seraphic faces
and tally their profit
so soon we all will know
our Eden has lost itself
and will not come again
till guileless hearts arise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem