'No room at the Inn'
they said when His cockroaches
were born.
and in the middle of their
lives.. these wee ones
loved by the Son of Man, like
Him have no place to lay their
heads.
And at the end
'Father Father why hast Thou
forsaken us' they cried
.. as they died
nailed by the shoes
of the unconscious
Then their souls
to Him soared in bliss
Only Love can be
created by the Source
of All Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem