Angels of heaven have pride
no evil can conquer them to do sin
got to crush their faith in God Almighty
envious their hearts first to rebel against
law of heaven above, thus destined to fall
enslaved by their own greedy souls
now they become fallen angels of sins
en route to the world where evil reigns.
Life on earth must have been cursed
often sorrow easily finds into the hearts
lingering pains capture the whole being
into the souls of a sinful men and women
trying to pretend and profess as christians
as though they are angels from heaven above.
Zest that comes from power and wealth
easily gone when turbulent seizes this life
nothing more sad than losing an integrity
and driven to the fangs of hate and guilt
intoxicating the entire physique and mind
drifting into the oceans of hopelessness
as though you are valued at nothingness.
Marking the path well as to walk safe
at all times quiet yet sharp in thoughts
rational act is done when need arises
voicing not the grievances of his own
in spite of the insults and degradation
no negative forces can deter the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your final line says it all. A thought-provoking poem about the spiritual waste of needless consumption and excess. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxx