War is our failure as human beings.
Failure to love thy neighbour.
Failure to love thy enemies.
Failure to differentiate ourselves from monsters.
Failure to walk in the footprints of Christ.
War has become routine.
War will always be a gigantic festering wound
on the back of this world.
Until the raindrops of peace fall from heaven.
And wash away the blood stained streets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem