Surely death is uncertain...at least that's what he said...just one bite of something so succulent...tempted with lies, new draft of servitude.
It was certainly commanded to love.
Now tell me, what is it that you love?
Making money and the strife that it conjures...
Collecting jewels with the reflection of honor...
Racing coupes looking for respect and power?
Going to fancy parties to celebrate foolishness...
Strutting around trying to see who looks best...
Well, what looks best?
Sporting a lie, defying honesty...or turning your back to those who may sabotage you?
We all should know by now that looks are deceiving, and we all should by now have proof...
Now look at your life...are you a soldier of truth?
Or have you been held captive of what's ignis fatuus?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem