Weighty words of trusted bible notwithstanding,
the objects in some eyes cannot be seen
by bold observers peeking, beyond closed lids
nor from the inside of those bible-bashing friends.
Yet they are present and fulfil a noble purpose,
fully respected by a man's seedy companions,
it makes a mockery of all the earnest words,
as fear of God can punish not all moneychangers,
and pleasant words will never soothe our wounds.
And only the reflection has diminished.
Perhaps my perspective just isn't right, but I'm really not sure where you're going with this o e.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Got it first off...and there are a lot of hippcrits amongst us in this double sided world. Awesome poem, from an awesome man! Warmly, Theodora Onken