Oh that when a child is born,
He would be taught to love.
That the child should never ever mourn,
That he stay pure as a celestial dove,
Oh that he be taught of peace,
And to hatred turn his face.
So that when to the Earth he gets the lease,
We will at last have brighter days.
3/26/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem