every morning i awaken
in a manger surrounded
by wise men and cattle.
every afternoon i stand and jeer
as they nail his hands and feet
to the cross...
and every night i weep
at the distance i have travelled,
looking for the star
that i lost in the clouds!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The land where so many of us reside, aware or unaware. You have so successfully and succinctly said it. Very well done ole-chap! Hat's off to you, and your brilliant way of thinking and expressing.