those without the know
and empty
dispositions gets chosen
just to shame you
on a volunteerism
of morality and goodness
waiting for your
reward from the
heavens
Oh my goodness
he chose the uneducated fisherman
to lead you to
a political glory
a plain housewife to be
president of a country
a baby boy on the
cow's straw house as
his messenger of hope
you see
how jealous could you be
how green-eyed
how shamed
do not think anymore
do not play cute and meek
there are no standards after all
except a broken heart
meek, humble, pure,
and restless
and do not forget: always
to listen.
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I would like to translate this poem