Away in that land where sly dragons roam
Been there, a city of well-paved streets
Deceived, no rubbish anywhere but
Evil lurks in the hearts of men
Dancing in rituals, make
Them come to your
Conferences
Pray
Over the
Sick, healing
Comes out of grace
Not your prowess, crap
Comes in purple robes donned
By holy priests of all races, indistinct
Gullible people lap untruths served in gold
Platters, costing gold, welcome to the fold, all told
Beautiful poem Doris thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
Thank you Mario, Lucien, Rene for appreciating. But it's actually a poem which breaks my heart.: (
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You cannot make me believe your unseen God when I can see how you live your life.: -)