Cast me aside
Stood me astride
Robbed me of pride
But God stands by my side.
Treated me with scanty respect
Projected as prime suspect
Denied me a progress prospect
But God my life does protect.
Broke me to pieces
Lumbered me with Judas kisses
Grew on me Summer solstices
But God blesses my nieces.
Burned me to ashes
Deprived me of succour sashes
Inflicted on me lampoon lashes
But God mends me in filial flashes.
Pushed me to the rear
No soul to call me dear
Detractors from my eyes prised a tear
But God from imminent danger draws me clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God is indeed our refuge. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments. Kingsley Egbukole