The tide is turning slowly,
but it is turning the right way.
Like the clock chiming,
It will come the full round one day.
And those who have everything,
will lose it all the way.
And those who sleep in the street,
will rise and claim the day.
Those who have felt lost and forlorn,
will be found and feel free.
Those who have lived in dread and despair,
will conquer and just be.
Those who are arrogant and ignorant,
will know how it feels to feel low.
Those who do evil things,
will feel their KARMA,
when it blows.
For the cards that were once dealt,
will follow through.
You did not listen
and so that day you will rue.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20211028
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem