I saw a man distraught, alone,
And longing for the end.
If I had not turned away,
I might be mixed in the serpents blend.
Lost like Adam after the great sin,
Fallen from grace, as Satan was sent.
Long after I walked the shadowed path,
In sinister snickers I heard evil laugh.
Dealing in the pain of this sordid craft,
As cool breezes turns to cold drafts.
Love turns to hate,
Wholes turn to petty halves.
I have learned of the end parts,
Cold and Piercing like many sharpened darts.
Sons die and mothers cry,
Who will mend these bleeding hearts.
I was warned of the evils in me n,
Weapons of Mass Destruction in nuclear wind.
Fearing love and life's blends,
Now schooled in the warning of life's end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poetic... very poetic.... well penned