A vagabond loved and served,
But the return was not so easy,
It was humiliation and playing trick,
For they all thought, he was weak.
Survival of the fittest he is not,
And hence his love suffered a lot.
And still some, weak paid heed,
Heard his thought, and tried to read.
This seemed to the strong, an impression bad,
They passed judgment, and banished him as mad.
Christ’s love to mankind when was beyond their box,
They labeled treason on him, and set Him on the cross.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem