Fear grips the world by the jugular
And the painful shadow if war
Looms above the earth
Religion the pacifier
Has his limbs crippled by the jihadists
He is deaf and mute
But ready for war slinging guns
Peace which comes from that arena
Seem to be waving in the wind
Saying bye to the world
The world is tormented that
Fear is is brandishing a gun
It sees less than it thinks about
The great grace of peace
Is lost upon the world.
In every continent the birds
Of prey are hovering over the sky
Peace is daily yearned for
Still the world fears to look at fear in the eyes
Or look for a way if crippling its limbs
So fear looms and with it
The world is seconds to destruction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, Tony Adah.i love it