The Home Land is where life began,
Rather it was smooth or rough.
You must stay tough,
In order to survive in the Home Land.
A peaceful place with the green,
The ground is soft and clean.
Tell me how to get to the Home Land,
Where it is peaceful and green.
To be by God is where I want to be;
The Devil is who I do not intend to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another poem where the soul seeks it's peace away from the evils a poem which sooth the searching souls..well done 10++++