There were two hands that held a weapon
For two diverse missions
Decease opposing life was the resolution,
The terrible hand caused pain and death but
The noble hand caused harmony in the land.
One hand is for sure cursed up till now
With ears deafened by the cries of the victims
Two hands of the same design.
STEPHANIE APILA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very perceptive write. What we do in life are always motivated by the purpose we aimed to accomplish. However, taking lives must be abhorred. We must always uphold the dignity of life. A well conveyed write.