we love you God in the place you dwell
in war it is time for us to leave to go to hell
without you noticing God not even a sparrow falls
but in World Wars millions of men die without aid
battling an eye lid into the bloody soup death millions slid
millions called out to you in their pain their anguish their need
but only evil kept marching serving demons beasts of greed
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem