... and he drank of the wine, and
became drunk, and lay uncovered
in his tent.
-Genesis
Naked, drunk, cursing God and man,
I rage against the way that it began,
This brave new world:
Eight souls adrift upon the endless sea,
Bearing the seed of all men yet to be.
Now, the pain and sorrow of countless unborn
souls weigh heavy on my conscience. I mourn
For them, for not to be is best, and I
Who long for death but am afraid to die,
Alone must bear responsibility
For those who drift upon this endless sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. God made one of the best leaders out of this drunk, naked, man. He works miracles in wonderous ways.