by Freeyad Ibrahim
A clever man has a plenty of ways
of winning the trust of the people
You tell me that you are a Bishop
The prince of the church
A man richly provided for
25 thousand francs a year
You have your palace
and your liveried retainers
your kitchen and your loaded table
where water fowl is served on Fridays
Your carriage you journey
in the name of Christ
who went Barefoot
You are a prelate, amply suplied
with earthly comforts
and like all prelates you rejoice in them
it does not enlighten me as to your true worth
your essential value
Now you have come here, as I suppose
to bring me words of wisdom
To who am I speaking?
who are you?
The bishop murmured a line of the Psalms
Vermis sun- but I am a worm and no man
A worm in a carriage? !
Answered the man of the people
Freyad Hugo
Author-Writer
Netherlands
July,2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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