If I could say something
And it gets done
I would ask God to come down
And catch people red handed
In their evil deeds with men as witnesses.
But who knows
If he has come down a visitor
Or touch us as air or clouds or rain
And in our ignorance
We didn't honour him but
Aided and abated our sins.
He will not come!
He will not come! !
For however he manifests himself
To the knowledge of man
Man's pride could ask him
To let them play
Missed in the difference
Between a ladybird and a dung beetle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem