The hold of the well off
over the less well off,
The right of the white
over the black,
The sway of the haves
over the have nots,
The guts of the strong
over the weak,
and the voice of the victor
over the vanquished
Are much better
than what the sane
have over the sick.
Being sick
is the worst
of misfortunes.
But who knows?
The time,
that comes bet’n
being whatever
and not being,
gets everything
inclusively equated?
Even your kindred
And what ever you own.
It’s sin to deny your kin
Whatever you come to own.
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Good views...very sane...brought out well...precise and neat...thanks for this well thought out write, Jaipee...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It’s sin to deny your kin Whatever you come to own. Rachel Ann Butler