I heard a preacher say one day
“The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world”.
Oh, that she will rule through education
Not domination
Like arrows in her hand her offspring is released
Dispersed throughout the nations,
Influencing lives with her mantra and philosophy
Oh, that wisdom and Godly counsel govern her soul
So the message of her arrows will release
The antidote for the world’s ill
Not poison that slowly wound and
Destroy unsuspecting souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a great poem. Great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, A Window Of Time 3.