Imagine if you had all the power in the world,
And yet you abused every bit of it.
Imagine if everyone paid heed to your spoken word
And yet most of it was lies
that you told so they would nicely fit in it.
Imagine your riches kept increasing in the bank
And yet you left it there
While everyone around you sank.
Imagine if you had the power to help but instead,
Flew around the world enjoying holidays,
That were earned on the backs of the poor,
Whose lives you had spent.
And you think you will never be touched.
And you think because you coerced and manipulated,
that your fate wont be slated.
Karma comes to those who have the thought in their soul.
It does not matter that others did the deed.
In this life there are two paths to choose from and you planted your own seed.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
Painting by Christian Van den Perre 'Allegory of worldly riches'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem