At last I've arrived,
I've came through the light,
What's being contrived,
Is not yet in sight.
I remember leaving,
My earthly control,
Some were grieving,
Praying for my soul.
No need to pray,
I've led a good life,
Will I have a say?
Ask the wife.
I am summoned within,
To an angelic place,
Do you know about sin?
They say to my face.
I've committed a few,
None mortal I hope,
I'll get what I'm due,
But I know I can cope.
They take out my files,
The interview starts,
While I'm all smiles,
The God one departs.
Feeling put upon,
I demand he returns,
Where has he gone?
My stomach now churns.
While I await anointment,
The Godfellows back,
I've arranged an appointment,
Of truth there's a lack.
He says this one thinks,
He's a real high flyer,
This whole thing stinks,
We know you're a liar.
Those sins you've forgotten?
We here do not,
For being rank rotten,
‘' You're Going Somewhere That's Hot ‘'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem on our real future. Thanks