cigarette smoke
or a sulphur smell
a cigarette lit
or a smell from hell
darkness parts in hope morning
God gives a biblical warning
repent hour is now late think
hell fire awaits a lightless stink
dawns a new day
spent in what way
narrow is our road to heaven
wide cast are nets of mammon
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DAWNS A NEW DAY / SPENT IN WHAT WAY Fantastic doze to dope the human being to live one day more. Unique idea of knocking the pessimist to get run for another beginning. Really it could be the highest slogan for the people who fights for freedom. Thanks. Thank you much for your alarm for the smoker. Regards, pranab 10++