Is the salt of tears not enough to taste
Once, and once more, and once more again...
Again....and Always
Peppering the wound that refuses
To be covered up, for it is so ugly
A deep gouge...a gorge...a great abyss
Instead let them see the scars
Let them recall the blood and burning
The sadness of stupidity
That does not fade from sight nor thought
What was wicked, then, wicked still
That men of madness and nefarious needs
Think that life is disposable
Are we that different....
Have we all not a desire for love
For lasting friendships
For truth and time to discover it
For prosperity and purpose
For outstretched stranger's hands
That grip the possibility of peaceful coexistence
Why not wish for something greater
Why not strive to bridge divides
Take this day and turn it inside out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem