Though I am not rich as I want to be,
I am equally not poor as before,
Each and everyday, I see
How my enemies get bored
And have now discounted me completely.
How I pray that they live to witness
That the David they still deem a boy,
Has now laid them low with a small stone
And what will happen now to their dreams.
That man, I tell them, has done it once again.
A bit interesting but the thought trails off and I am left searching for emotion and details.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem from the heart, carrying the powerful message of total submission and enduring fate in Almighty GOD. Lovely, thanks for sharing. Please have a look at me poem MZANSI AND THE BALLOT BOX.