A Step To Altruism Poem by Liza Sud

From a far away sunny Korea
he came to the land of paradise.
The angelic kids are walking here
and are catching the stars on their flight.

Their resources from the sky are endless,
and they do not want to work a lot.
And the monsters wanted once to maim them,
but one cannot take the saints from God.

Ten spheres in radiance much deeper,
the light fades when shutting in itself.
Hell - is just a thought: it could be better.
Paradise - a thought: it is the best.

It could not be better than in Russia,
for someone who lived here for so long.
On the threshold of a step to altruism
how much God presented you - recall!