peace, an unbaptised hope;
made off in furtive manner
'the Father's land'.
And left behind curse and chaos
that leads to
havoc and harm.
'i was waiting to see
thy journey end,
and welcome you back,
but found you as...
a mirage
that feeds
on the masses' ignorance. And
an 'irreducible complexity'
these petty prejudices are.'
such is my land:
bruised by filthy 'norms'
like a tender skin
when touch by winter's wind,
and sweep away
her fairness and charm.
.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful John. u have drawn a true picture of our land. May the fairy of peace return to our land.