A curse has fallen on a holy land;
The wrath of God will follow soon on it;
Their evil ways invited Makers hand;
Upon the hilt, the rod of God will hit!
You cannot go on speaking lies for long;
‘The world is bad’, and thus you justify;
The end is important for any song;
The creator, man’s works must glorify.
Mans ways are futile without grace of God;
By evil means, you cannot do much good;
Much rain will turn a soil to swampy sod;
Excess will turn to all a poisonous food.
Truth cannot hide in leaves of Justice’s book;
The taste of food is lost if you ov’rcook.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-05-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem