Trying to give meaning to a neutral life perceived
as meaningless by an irreverent self is a useless
task; serving humanity seems doomed after what
happened to Socrates and Jesus Christ
Socrates was forced to imbibe a poisonous drink
while Jesus was nailed to a cross, I cannot decide
whether I am part of the vicious mob that would
crucify unconventional men and women
Or whether I should try to elevate my soul into the
wise heights of a Socrates, or up to the levels of
loving kindness of Jesus, who had been sold into
the hands of his prosecutors – while He has
No real disciples in the West today as all so-called
Christians are chasing welfare and progress with-
out regard for their godly leader’s creed of poverty
and empathy with the lonely and lost
We are living in a meaningless society where ease
of life and limb and speedy displacement are the
only ideals open to pursuit – being unselfish and
good seems to elicit frowns
Leading to ridicule, estrangement and exploitation;
it seems there is no country or nation where high
ideals and inalienable human rights are still
regarded as the guiding light….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your passion erupts from the page!