Angels on shoulders
Watching the police in Atlanta,
CCV, and men with cameras,
Takes me to our childhood,
The teachings, and schools.
They taught us of conscious
In the form of witness
On shoulders; two angels.
"The right one writes of nice,
And the left, of evil."
Then, psycho affected,
And scared our conscious
Of losing God's heaven
And ending deep in hell!
But today we live with
Whatever Orwell said
About the dictators,
He named it: "Brother, "
Cameras on the walls
And many recorders…
Look at what young lad did
By filming George Floyd!
He, unseen in movements
Shook the world, startled!
We laugh at Trump and
His rush into bunker!
iPhone and Android
Seem to be the angels
Taught in mosques
And churches…
Rare is talk about God!
What about hell, heaven?
Can they be right on Earth?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem