Oxegen, love, care,
And also I see
No life there.
While writing
I am not rising
My finger against any one
Not guilty,
But I am telling
The loss is irreparable,
The act is inhuman,
The buds are innocents,
Let us search out
The cause and the rascal,
The demon, the enemy of
The entire human community,
Behind the death.
And take steps
To hang him/them before all
On the open field.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We must always get justice but not at any cost. Our judicial systems requires a fair trial. Gloria