Let's heal the yawning chasm between rich and poor,
And stuff the gap between the blue-blooded
And the unfortunates who scurry the earth;
For such is the society that Heaven envisioned
For his ransomed children on the equating Calvary tree.
In turmoil, let the bells of peace chime;
Let liberty songs pervade the gloom of oppression
And herald the Beautiful Day so long ago dreamt of
By saints long-departed to their eternal homes.
Let cry and pain and suffering all pave way
For the blessed much-awaited Beautiful Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem