The circus show has fewer beasts than ’fore;
A lot of girls are sweating their talents;
The things they do are ones all will adore;
Yet, how long can they spend lives in big tents?
The honest labour hard for their morsel;
The middle-men are lazy-bones that thrive;
In distress put are many a damsel;
The world is in an orgy of sex-drive!
Make me a light-house, God for ships at sea;
Make me a boat that ferries men across;
Make me a person who can prophecy;
Make me a holy man who lifts Thy cross.
Make me exemplary and show the world,
A Christian walks in Christ’s shadow but bold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem