Embers of ethnicity
Drums of war
Plagues of atrocities
Oh Lord! Forgive
Raging emotions
Fueled by bitter diatribes
Amplified by tribalism
How did we get here?
In Zeus' green world
The grass is red
Splattered with innocent blood
But wait, is there really a afterlife?
Sometimes I wonder if HE sleeps
Then I remember Pharaoh
And again, Nebuchadnezzar
Then I see a ray of Hope...
When the time is right
Our darkness will be consumed
And the God of vengeance will appear
Visiting them with plagues and death
Hang on noble Soldiers
Our battle is not canal
In our tongue lays our victory
Because from the beginning, it was not so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem