Bifurcated-world
People reported to heaven of havens,
Minds clogged up with naivety-in-sevens,
Birds watched and mimed in styles;
The world is of no man but for all tribes.
Young and old sailors in Blue-land,
Sons and daughters of Anti-abyss,
Wheat and milk stars of dancing sand;
Breath is of no man but at a time cease.
Priests and kings of all honey lands,
Judges and advocates of clouded matters,
All Sorrowful-sinners and joyous-killers;
Some heads to hell and some to Canaan-land.
Presidential candidates and execu-thieves,
Prophets in Sodom; helpers to Israel-tyrants,
Oh yes, know so, heads die; death lives;
The world is golden and rains charcoal at some eves.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
29/07/2017
10: 40AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the world is golden and we are nectar of the world.