The bush in which you hide
Reveals your cowardice,
The wall, behind which you speak,
Testifies against you,
The seed which you so blithely sow,
Grows bitter fruit that does not nourish
Or weeds that suck soil dry
So that good seed barely feeds the birds,
Does not take root,
Imagination insufficient,
To wet the soil.
Bad intentions blow
What good soil there is
Across the sea to waiting deserts
More deserving in Africa,
The rocks left behind,
Only bruise your feet.
Will there be a time in the future when mankind will be free from sin? All human struggles to understand and distant ourselves from sin reveals our cowardice. We should simply like that which is Good and the General Good of Humanity(Do I sound ambiguous?) to avoid all things evil. I like this poem so much.....indeed, the wages of sin is nothing but....the destroyer of birth-Death! It is candid in theme.Well written!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not bad. Really good ending.