A tiller owns two oxen to plow
One little the other enormous
Latter the yoke tough to allow
He flees kicks butts and moos
He leans right-left on his mate
So that furrows go not straight
The plower does curse his fate
Stumble trudge gasp and sweat
When parents descend in vice
Give rotten model to children
If first kid in house rolls the dice
Likely others would lose brain
Most leaders adopt fraudulence
The staffs are prone to corruption
Evil thinkers pull nations to trance
Persuading them of bitter options
As you perceive tortuous furrow
Is perpetrated by gigantic bull
Be good example others follow
Every behavior you should mull.
Sunday December 21,2014
Very good advice, Kassem. Thank you for sharing your poem. Peace.
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Excellent advice, great message in this poem. Thank you. RoseAnn