Each tree is iconic as tailored
And the blind wearer can't see
Though a parable he carries along
Even as it sprouts
It scribbles the letter r
R or r either way
Even as it grows up
A pointer to race
Below the shoots
In what are seen as trunk and root
It is the letter t
A pointer to tribe
It sprouts in race
Narrows down to tribe
All in common root
True idols of human race
Most truly worshiped
More worshiped than a Deity itself
Better sweet than a sting
Better mine than ours-talking of the best
Better a shiner than in shreds
Better here than there-talking of the best
Better hock them than hack it up
Better this clime than that- talking of the best
Rather laden than laze
Better my race than any-talking of the best
Better slick than slack
Better our tribe than any-talking of the best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem