The strong hands of
strict rules
bend the spirit of
the law
towards more
wrongs
and after doing so
there is no bother
if forgiveness is in
place
it is done and the
rocks of this earth
shake
the waters rise
and the heavens come
with
thunder and
whirlwinds and
once again the cleansing
begins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem