The terrorist and tyrant dwell,
not very far apart,
and thrive on fear and death and greed,
and evil's darkest art.
When ignorance and apathy,
and hateful acts conspire,
the arsonist arrives by night,
to light perdition's fire.
And once alight infernos grow,
consuming hope and prayer.
Then only knowledge, care and grace,
can quench the soul's despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words of wisdom from your mighty pen. You say big things in a very soft simple whisper that touches the soul. A10
Thanks, glad you like it. I would rather not have to write on this topic but it seems we cannot escape it these days.