Attempting to prevent an oncoming flood,
With mops and sponges...
Shovels, ladels, spoons and eight ounce pails,
Can be compared to a people...
Who have been convinced and perceive,
A tsunami can be stopped in its tracks...
By a loading of stacks of sandbags,
Against a wall made from aged biscuits.
To then sit as if they are prepared,
For a life that has always been theirs...
Continuing to ignore the severity of warnings,
They have been threatened they will someday face...
If they don't soon change to eliminate the ways,
They have come to see their deluded lives to live...
Without truth as a factor.
'Uh...
I don't want you to think I am being negative.
Nor do I wish to offend your beliefs.
But...
Shouldn't you consider the consequences you will pay,
For the stubbornness of your actions? '
~I will do what I've been doing most of my life.
And I see no reason why I,
Based upon your recommendation...
Should suddenly change because of a few messages.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem