revolution has not yet come
war lingers in a faraway land
just down the selfish street
hungry families await mercy
evolution has not yet filled
our hearts with compassion
poets search for a voice
screaming empty phrases
resolution floats in a breeze
turning its back to the wind
grief spills from tender blood
hopeful lives put on the line
absolution forgets its power
far beyond an insular hatred
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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