Parents and children
Man who called his dad shit
Went silent, quiet
-thanks to same piece of shit
-as the son called father!
He was left on the road
Came father with care, love
Took the son and sheltered
Gave shower, food and bed.
It is hard to listen
To the kids judge parents
He or she is young and
Does not know the expert.
Same can be in school
Teacher with so called cool
-no, not good…complains
The caring trainer…
It's late to learn when old
Parents gone; decomposed
And teachers, trainers
And mentors changing roles.
Respect them if are wise
They do not give advice
Unless care; from heart
Exception can be there
In mullahs and or church
Synagogues, other faiths
There saying does differ
From the actions done
They insist: -celibate
But rape the children.
Most sinners are of faiths
The worst is high-ranker…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem