Sacred is blood
As blood is life
The shedding of blood
Attracts with it a curse
Upon the hand that shed blood
Upon Conspirators of the act
Upon those who took counsel
Upon the land where it is shed
And may pass down the line
As an inheritance of the land
To yet the innocent unborn
As the slain soul cries daily
To the Maker for vengeance
In your anger be wise
In your hate be wise
Refrain your hand from murder
Be also not a conspirator
Neither be in the counsel of conspirators
To flee from the blood curse
The potency in the effect is severe
And may even consume
Innocent souls of blood connectivity.
(Wednesday 25th September,2019,5.36am)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Wisely penned. Thank u, dear poet. anjandev roy.
Thank you Roy.