We deny our CREATOR
when we deny
the truth
of our talents.
When we
blatantly refuse
to become
what HE
would have us be...
We sell our
birthright
for a pitiful porridge
of selfish interests
and meaningless
diversions-
What a sad
sorry substitute
for the glory
HE would share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We need to protect the only hope in almighty no matter how much hard we live. Good