The Quack and the Monk
The fate of villagers;
Sealed in the hands of a quack,
For many a year,
Proved his quackery
The best from the rest,
Knew the fruit of the unknown,
Cured many by his miracle cures,
For which to all, he is well known,
And people have faith shown,
In his curative powers and cures,
But the world was flat,
The sky was poked full of holes,
And the disease of a girl was caused
By which demons failed the charlatan,
As a result the girl closed her eyes once and for all,
Faith, belief, trust all shattered,
Earth, air, sound, silence all changed,
People out with weapon to kill him,
And his family members for the sin,
It was at the instance of a monk,
People killed the quack,
And his family members in the name of religion,
People shifted faith from quack to monk,
Monk tried to make alive the dead in vain,
Faiths clashed under the veil of superstition,
And innocent lives forever gone,
I could paint a picture of a ghost,
And say people, see, this is your God,
Worship him and do what he says to do,
And this will not corrupt your religion……….
This is all the result of superstition,
People still cling to in the age of science,
Only for the sake of blind belief in a notion.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely expressed on superstition..............well done