Darkness, a form of phobia
The podium of clinged utopia
Mankind and this amnesia
Boredom forgets tales of Narnia
Pages of sin, a daily bread
Preachers have gospel daily read
People fear no dread
Murdering others is in cold blood
Vipers in their brood
The word speaks, do not kill.
Hands feed babies for upbringing
Who forgets a mother'sbreast feeding?
Still everyday comes with words of backbiting.
Do mothers too forget babysitting?
Taught to walk from crawling
Many became speed merchants
The echoes brought the world to applause
Fur and feathersgrew
Pride plumed peacock perfection
One flaw led to another
Forgetfulness came as an end product.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. We become so big headed we forget where we can from our mothers our genesis and become pig headed. Until we fall hard. Hmmm....i dont why i thought of Pretorious.