TEARS OF MY PEN
Melvin Banggollay
T-ears of my pen flows like river
as it feels the pains and disasters
of wars and fightings everywhere
sacrificing lives in every corner.
E-verytime missiles fly over and over
from waring brothers and sisters
between palestinians and esralites
Innocent children were sacrificed
A war that a hundred years, a thunder
haunting people of great dangers
At the expense of innocent civilians
and children who still need a hand.
R-esult of war is nothing but disaster
Lost of lives not only of our soldiers
but all is not spared of the anger
of weapons to kill anyone out there.
O-n the native land I loved to wander
Tribal wars sprouts from anger
that grows in an epidemic of danger
hampering growth, making life harder.
F-ill this earth with love not of anger
Respect the rights of every brother
Be an instrument to wage war
against poverty, pollution and war.
W-ar make no sense in any corner
Even if you killed many brother
Even you will be crowned a victor
for you'ved stained God's tower.
A-ll are victims of any kind of war
Directly or indirectly it leaves scars;
of lost of lives and shadow of fear
destroying our dreams for a cheer.
R-esolve war with prudent hands,
respect and love for everyone
and be an agent building peace
and caring life as precious gift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep writing melvin...God help us!