The Shootings In Orlando
As one day comes, incensed as before,
Raw salted wounds becomes real and as unreal becomes prominent,
God is lost in freedom of the world to commit the unspeakable,
All has the license in their hands to kill and maim,
All had access to the guns and thedevil,
To create the most sensational massacres and havoc for the tabloid papers.
If a moment, a personal scar have been permitted to metastasized after years of hurtings,
We want the other to feel the same sense of personal shame and betrayals,
We lost sense and honor to the devil when men has lost his faith in Justice,
Justifying with any means the failing system,
Just as we are insanely justifying the same killings of the innocent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem