When
Love of life and fellowmen
Is disappearing from this world:
Revenge and hatred engulf hearts;
When
Anger prevails in many forms;
Dissatisfied are minds and souls;
Sense of values, morals are lost.
When
Friends turn enemies, foes turn friends,
Fanatic killing turns a game;
To kill and die is the aim,
TERRORISM
–Satanic ideologies are born;
Innocents are killed, maimed, torn;
A woe-filled day greets men each morn!
TERRORISTS
–A few may kill many with ease;
Killing others is their disease;
Without remorse, they undo peace!
BUT
The world will find a cure too soon;
The bane will turn another boon,
The menace buried in the moon!
(17-07-11)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem