Script
My last night's nightmare was,
Too close to death but,
In courts that lacked justice!
The bandits' mean leader,
Had plans in his head,
Against me, most nations!
Did not know the reasons,
Confused, suspected,
Felt alarmed and cautious!
Jumped from the sleep,
Surprised of the dream,
Decided to write these.
Re-slept me again,
Politics, I dreamt,
Scripts with Bible.
I dived deep into them,
Abraham with Moses,
Tribes of the Israelites.
A vision: "They are lies,
Look at the genocides,
That they call miracles,
Of God and Abraham's! "
I felt that some power,
Within me? Outsider?
Spoke and demanded:
"Go, enjoy the bonfire,
With Scripts that claim
God has sent prophets,
If approves Abraham! "
Taken by the nightmare,
The Haman and Esther,
Halloween's Massacres,
Walked away from bed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating poem, Nassy! Really enjoyed the experience!