Humanity is not at your beck and call,
It will never come at your threshold
To get itself served,
And if it is so, wait for the worst,
For Humanity is next to Godliness,
And God loves the poor and downtrodden,
So don't play with them,
Or you will cut a sorry figure
Before Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice write, my friend and in agreement with what you write. Humanity is a collective whole and we must all stand in its waters to feel the run of current. Be well... Ron S King.