One day I spat into the wind, it came back in face;
My reaction was to blame someone other than me.
I cursed God for making me join the human race,
God roared 'Chill out you whimpering wannabe'
'Wake up! Your spirit begged to come to Earth;
It was your soul who wanted to descend!
You chose who'd carry, labor, and give you birth
It was you who knew the day you would ascend! '
'Now for a small amount of spittle on your face;
You would choose to quit, and run away'?
It was you that vowed to make Earth a better place,
And proudly stand in front of line on Judgment Day'
'I Thy Lord, Thy God command you reconsider,
Trust My Words My Son, you are not a quitter! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem