the heartless have no colour
too often suits have no heart
possessions will never fill
the void of an empty heart
materialism profit greed will
never buy back a sold out soul
a life crease fold cut immoral
to give freely without expectations
is to ride joy karma waves of light
security built upon possessions
invokes invites in thieves demons
stealing karma of redeeming light
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem