Haggard hawk hovering
High above, mother hen
Perturbs, for it's woe to
The world, angels falling
From heaven to hell,
Merriment, and women their
Act of action, the
Perfect ones brought the
Rules, and broke the rules,
What though will a mortal
Man do?
I see serpents in saints
All day'
The clergy with all their
Energy couldn't hide this,
Heresy highly murdered,
Was the devil right in Eden
They wondered,
Perhaps my eyes are still
Bound to be opened,
They find Solomon's bane,
But it can never bind us,
With their segregation of
Levity, and laity,
Was Galileo Galilei for Gog
And ma'gog?
Or the creator?
Where my thoughts, and
His's still wails in the
Waves, who will elucidate this
Elusive self existence, and
Phenomenon, was there?
Were they, is there ever the
Enlightened ones?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem