You look too far away
You ask the devil to stop throwing rocks
He mocks
You have cones and stones in your hands
He doesn't need your arms
He won't take your alms
The devil needs your heart
That is such a treasure
He will make do
Way better than your hands
He needs a place to fall apart
They were present at Babel
They lurk in the next town
And hide in the next door
Or inside your hardened hearts
Your mothers are cursing the devils
But you are trailing their course
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gbolabo, such a warning to be on watch against the devil👍👍👍