Do you think they did it on purpose
When they stuck rocks in a circle
And left no instructions
Wouldn’t it be the same
If the bibles where lost
But churches remained
Would God care
Where he lived?
I watch the river sometimes
And see it chew at the banks
Wondering how long before
My toe hold is gone.
Theres nothing in my pocket that
Makes me a man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem