At the Cross sacrifice is a need
no thought if straight the way.
At crossroads we plead
a proxy killing, of special other, paid,
We need the sense as cultures divide
to hear others' ways, needs and thoughts.
Sift through it all; to reconcile
despite the conflict so wrought.
A wilderness memorial walk
will commemorate us here.
Counter all where none else but sacrificial talk
will do; our cultural response is clear.
This poem came out of the discussion between cultural and ethical feeling and ideas and illustrates the divide that separates us all and needs to be understood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice sir, , , certain for 10 at cross road, we need to share the load come to know each other and willingly offer help
Thanks Mehta, for your wise comment, you're right that responses are varied but try to achieve the same goal or end.