The face of man
Glows like a fresh growing gourd
So he was made by his own God
And he knew peace
Until his helper brought him a piece
Of what a lifetime
Knows not how to tame.
What he hides
In the cage
Of his chest
Another man knows not
After he ate of the nut
Of the fruit
In the centre of the garden
He tells you yes
When he means no
Though his face glows
Like the centre of the universe
His warty heart is wicked
Like lucifer out of favour
From the heavenly realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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