serenity has become the death of hope
a plaster saint shattered by a drunken tyrant
no possibility of redemption
no path ahead for evolution but despair
evil had nothing to do with apples
a confused metaphor hid the sin of the first born
brotherhood was forever lost
trust was banished by blood spilled in the sand
antiquity is still plundered for gold and slavery
men are washed in blood to please idolatry
bombs rip flesh and gods asunder
the invisible mark is borne by an evil soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing poem on terrorism. The imagery throughout the poem is awesome.10 absolutely.
Thank you for the praise. I don't think my poetry can possibly capture the horror of terror in our world. Evil has branded man's soul from the start and will never cease IMO.