There are no guest rooms
because the land is too full
for a paradise life
The villages arm themselves
against newcomers
there is no need for them
They have to move on, to the hard soil
of the mountains, on the edge
of the North Paradise
or in a bend back
to the south, nowhere
welcome, nowhere is there enough
milk and honey, enough space
even if fields fall vacant
because of drought, smallpox, or plague
The neighbours fight for it
because the land is too full
for a paradise life
A very entertaining poem based upon The Holy Scriptures. Bravo! I like this a very lot!
Have I mentioned 5 stars? Necause by my hard click, the poem goes away, gone! This is a poem to my heart, closest to the Holy Scriptures. My great applause for you, Zywa2
WOW! This poem is a poem to my heart! 5 Stars! and to my Favourites!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and.............to my Favourites! Thank you for sharing