For it people have come and gone...
yet it is still here.
For this rhythym people have bleed....
and shared tears with one another.
For this rhythym we have killed and....
bruised each other.
For the rythym women have held...
grudges against each other.
For it men have hated each other...
with outmost intensity
For it human flesh has been wasted...
and existance taken in split seconds.
Nations have fought and battle line have...
been drawn.
Nations have gone to war with each other...
because of this rhythym.
Soldiers have gone to war, stabbed, shot...
each other, only to have suffered the same...
fate that swallows.
This rhythym has seen so much bloodshed...
it could spare two lifetimes.
It has an ego big enough the whole population...
of the world.
This rhythym is hatred.
The rhythym that swallows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
{see my two comments to you} I like this poem. Your key word is usually associated with music or more pleasant patterns of nature. You have shown us another side of the word. Tom