God sent his only son
Jesus by name
to save the world
with its abundance of
sinners, devils and cockroaches,
but Jesus, who had
never learned the art of smiling,
who was not given talents
such as diplomatic skills,
was caught by the envious ones,
not allowed to speak,
nor to learn how to smile,
and put down like a rabid dog
well before he could have,
perhaps would have
and most certainly should have
spoken the words that were in his heart.
That's a different way of putting it Herbert, do you have a problem with cockroaches? Sincerely Ernestine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have big roaches in Australia, Ernestine but I understand that the worst ones are not the German or Hawaiian ones but the Yorkshire Rippers.Slimeballs. Best H