i did not become a
priest
and God must have been
so angry
i have taken the road
least traveled
a family cross
with my wife in Calvary
the people laugh at me
my friends deserted me
society detest me
i am a simple man
stoned by every man
i am crucified
on daily needs unmet
i am hit by this spear
of your indifference
the wrath is here
everyday i die
and everyday
i resurrect my self
now in these few lines
of my poetry
This sounds like the cry of the common man, he regenerates him self again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this piece to be quite compelling. So, I gave it a 10. Pieces like this are things men might just remember. Its hard to get them out of your mind. This time, because of the meaning. The most powerful device of all. GW62