Times of trouble come and go.
Some who are troubled
don't even know.
They've had no times
when life was sweet
except for the times when they could eat
scraps of food
disgarded by those
who look at them
and turn up their nose.
Times of trouble come and go.
Some that weren't troubled now will know
the abject horror
of how it feels
to miss your lunch 'and miss your meals.
They'll gather together
and ask the Lord whether
this trouble will leave
so they can believe
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem