The two angels came,
To the place called Sodom,
On the same evening
To see every thing.
At the City gate, Lot saw them
He got up and ran to them.
And said, 'Sirs, please come home
And spend with us the night time.'
At first, they refused to come.
But he went on urging them.
Finally, they went with him
To stay, just to please him.
Lot arranged for some bread
A fine meal they were fed.
The guests enjoyed the food.
It was so nice and good.
Before they went to bed,
The men, young and old,
Of Sodom surrounded,
And at Lot, they shouted.
'Why are the men inside?
Bring them here outside.
We want to meet them.
And mate with them.'
Lot bolted the door inside.
He told them, 'I would
Rather offer my daughters
Than offer my guests.'
'They're in my house
As my honored guests,
So, I must protect them
And can't expose them.'
The two guests staying inside,
Pulled in Lot from outside.
They struck all the men
With blindness by then!
Lot Leaves Sodom
The two men said to Lot,
'Whomsoever you've got,
Better not have any fear,
But get them out of here.'
'Before we destroy this place,
Go away at a fast pace,
As for the accusations terrible,
God wants us to finish those people.'
By dawn, Lot and his family,
Sneaked away rapidly.
They escaped to a nearby town,
By God's mercy and their fortune.
The Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah
Lot reached Zoar Town,
The sun rose up by then.
God burnt the Sodom City
And Gomorrah without pity.
As Lot's wife turned to look back
God gave her a rude shock;
A pillar of salt she turned
As earlier fore-warned.
Early the next morning,
Abraham came there running.
He saw the cities still burning,
And to the sky, the smoke rising.
Lot and family ran to safety,
With the grace of the Almighty,
Who for the sake of Abraham
Far away He drove them.
The Origin of the Moabites And Ammonites
To stay long in the City Zoar,
Lot hesitated with his own fear.
So, they all moved to the hill side,
And inside a cave, they all lived.
His daughters could remain
How long without men?
They wished to have children
But how could this be done?
They gave their father drink,
And when he was fully drunk,
They slept with him, one each day
And they begot sons this way.
Moab was son of the elder.
He was the ancestor of Moabites.
Benammi was of the younger.
He was the ancestor of Ammonites.
Congrats to Simple Simon, the Poet who is perhaps attempting to render the Holy Bible stories in poetic form, with rhyme, rhythm and music- which has not been done hitherto in a big way by anyone! So far, so good, Simon.This simplistic versification of the bible stories could one day become very popular especially for teaching little children about the 'WORD OF GOD'! Great work indeed! and God bless you in a most wonderful way in this unique, divine venture of yours! love, Dr John Celes
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear Simon, I believe you will be blessed for presenting Bible history with simplicity, beauty and great reverence. I know I am touched by your dedicated efforts. Warm regards, Sandra