Amidst the bloodshed across this land, the victims cry and plea,
who shall avenge the lifeless bodies strewn upon land and sea?
The automatic weapons and the weapons of war,
blare with anguish upon the rich and the poor. Violence has no face, no shame, no name. The youth lay dying, minds and bodies beyond repair, the fatherless
homes empty shallow mazes, the lonely, the angry, breed despair.
Drugs prevail among corporate offices and dirty city streets,
the affluent and the welfare recipient, the strong and the weak. Violence has no face, no shame, no name. The preacher shouts and church goers moan,
the prayers at the grave sites, no gun control.
No justice in the courts, they walk to kill, rape and maim again,
and they stand proud and call themselves men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem