Lost in the translation,
I don't speak the language,
of such barbaric tribes,
who, deem it OK, too sacrifice,
so many precious lives.
God only Knows why I was born!
In such a primitive time.
Where false ideologies,
outweigh any decency.
What more can one expect;
In a world run by highwaymen
I might lose friends, yes indeed!
But what sort of friends,
would simply agree,
that the way things are,
is the way things should be.
I pray for the world,
to find its way to the light,
for only a miracle, could lead it out,
of this dark night.
Unfortunately poetry,
has failed miserably,
to stop the brutality;
and yes, though it pains me to say,
passive resistance is the only way,
for fighting fire with fire,
you'll surely get burned!
Lone voice in the wilderness,
perhaps, SHOUTING PEACE,
yes all large caps.
Everything or nothing,
you decide;
enough of us can turn the tide!