Look, there drops on
Earth blood red and cold.
Irony of the moment that
Every single being still stand
calm and in allegation of
spur of a moment, sold out
to the greatest bidder who decides
ruthlessly who is to live and
who shall die at a murderous hand
and pity! That cruelty holds....
Was it the same happening?
Before humans start populating the
earth and started for them a new life.
Whether the first one, the innocent Abel
slayed by Cain, out of jealousy.
Or Protestant persecutions at
Catholic monasteries,
Muslims being done in cold blood in
battles un-named,
Or Jews killed ruthlessly in name of
religious profanity? ?
Blood spills and still goes on spilling
On the earth face, such is its destiny....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You chose an interesting way to put it...
Thanks.