there is no blood
...runs deeper than
....the greening of the earth,
nothing as bitter as
..the taste of rust
....in your mouth,
as you sit by helpless,
.....and watch it die!
your father's gift,
...and your mother's breasts,
.....no epitaph but greed!
and if God lives the fatal blow
...of actions, and inaction!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem