Man's inhumanity to man,
knows no country, religion, or race
Man's inhumanity to man,
the only shame time cannot erase
Man's inhumanity to man,
as constant as the spring driven rain
Man's inhumanity to man
—rising over and over again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2017)
Nothing can beat an act of inhumanity by one person against the other for no fault of the latter. Indeed a very thought provoking poem. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned