Shoved towards a wisdom
Hailing from a rack full of dust
Preaching from books of rules
Feigned as devinely a must
Group unfit behavior,
Rough play, and their cause
Crushing tender spirits
Even before they root
Caging their thinking
To the ways of their own
Breathing class rules
In scorching dragon fires
Assigning a distinct spot
To park soggy boots
If overlooked,
So help me god!
Molding an average soul
Tamed in a three-piece suit
Who cannot speak his mind,
Curse out loud, or be rude
Taught never to swear
Taunted to smile his glare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem... written with Question i like it (: