Is there such a thing
As a good God?
And if so, might that be
The devil in disguise.
Such a great mimic
That life is full of lies.
What if life is the demon
And we have never been told.
My son is hanging
In the canyon,
Twenty one years old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh. My. G. This poem is f'n' brilliant. I pray (ha!) that the circumstances of the poem are not the facts of the author's life. The condemnations of a god-created world are so rife and replete that such a succinct poem sings with truths that are everywhere confirmed. But please, let the circumstances here be fiction. My heart is torn even by the slightest suggestion that it could be true.