Every day I hear on the news
And I know that this isn't new
That one more innocent has died
Wasn't enough to hear when the first mother cried?
Now her son went to the great divine
When he died by the hands of a putrid swine.
Now I'm here standing for you my love
I want us to fly like the majestic dove
And protect you from these dark times
when peace is made by the biggest crimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem