we observe this world we perceive
suffering is woven into mainstream lives
the poor may suffer toil in poverty
while esteemed rich may be lost
in greed inhumanity crimes
where grows happiness harvest?
purity aspiring clean souls clean faces
do not impose suffering upon others
clean souls wipe your tears carry toils
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem