Pow! pow! ! bellowed the gun
It echoes sending shiver upon the phlegm
And heroism finding shelter after moments,
The scene floods with women;
Men with bravery shrouded with fear
There on the patio lies the breathless being
With killers unknown,
And life hovers round naked body;
An irreversible mess
In pity
One invokes the spirit for vindication
While another says he shall not murder
But we are all guilty;
The murderers are not only those who pull the trigger;
The murderers are they that finance their operation
The murderers are not only those who hold the dagger;
The murderers are they that provoke others to anger
The murderers are not only those who hate their brothers;
The murderer is you who withholds help from the needy
Alas, we are all guilty;
The murderers are not only those who plan evil;
The murderers are they that say, 'You fool',
For with words we kill the spirit
And this, is our daily bread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another good poem. Crime is everywhere we can not get away from it, and its not always the guilty who go to prison for it. Good write.