Grievance is raised,
burning fire up to the sky.
Look at the purple red;
Look at the blood-stained cross;
Look at the eyes of psych.
Then remember never pray to God.
This vibrates with a furious emotion I can't identify but am pleased to marvel at.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Look at the blood-stained cross and then pray always to God...........should be the conclusion. prayer helps, prayer is our hold. God is true. thank u for your lovely poem. tony