We sit idly by...
lines drawn; battles rage
bloodshed; red pools flow
yet... we know nothing
our behavior is reprehensible!
In His name we fight
warriors for what?
Faith-love-unsubstantiated truths
cries of horror, bloodied streets
children scream out-my mother!
in Their eyes we should notice
we should search for righteousness
the smallest dream unrealized
life is such a commodity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice Thanks for the read 'Keep on inkin the Pages' Poison