When will there be peace
When humanity is lost
In the jungle of greed tossed
And the world made for us
Is damned to be destroyed by us
When flowers of brotherhood
Wilt in garden of falsehood
And cruelty becomes the salt
We dish our meals
When the Lord of love
Is served with candles burning the fire of hatred
And blood stains
Drawn from our brothers' veins
Become the paints
We adorn our saints
When our humanity is measured
By our color and race
And religions made for compassion
Are hijacked into aggression
When rays of hope
Lurk behind clouds of desperation
And stream of tears
Runs in garden of fears
A desperate child
Orphaned by the mercilessness of time
Cries out in absolute dejection
'When will there be peace? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
humanity is measured not by color or caste