world peace,
we cannot cease...
miles mean nothing,
as long as, ....
doors open, eyes open,
hands and hearts
ready for the plow...
fallow ground, sacred again,
for the hopes of our children....
speak not of God
if you cant speak human!
world peace....
we cannot stop!
hands to the plow,
hearts on fire!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem