Have you heard how, people sometimes pray,
With very loud voices, their enemies they slay,
That slippery road, todeception starts thus,
Its the way to confusion, a realmental mess.
Just anyone as an enemy, thought or perceived,
To hinder or block, all the things desired,
Is despised than the devil, and piled with mire,
And now considered a demon, sprayed with fire,
Their souls are bound, then sent to the pit,
Though they know not, of the ruthless fight.
So you can't help observe, then loudly wonder,
What put these people, with God so asunder,
Isn'tGods written wisdom, so crystal clear?
Telling the wise and holy, not to return to sender.
Evils, pains and suspicions, that our way come.
But to destroy them by faith, in Jesus' holy name.
Today eye for an eye, is not the way of God,
Like it was in those, fearsome days of old.
Return now that knife, of hate to its sheath,
And became a son, a precious saint of faith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Charles Karia. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Thanks. Will do so Jazib.