The criminal desperate for money mused
over counterfeiting, forgery,
teleportation, alchemy, treasure hunting,
perusing bank blueprints
.. not leaving fingerprints
Another prayed, did acts of love, gave things away, and
planted fruit trees, free food machines.. these bore the fruit
of needs fulfilled.
A third did nothing, knowing that God his heart indweller,
knew his needs before he himself did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem