Truly those who act as if they are God are not God
They may boast of silver and gold
They may be valiant, vigorous and bold
They may be rich, handsome the truth be told
They may be endowed in wealth and in growth
But they can't raise the dead from sleep
Neither do they give themselves breath
They are both full of errors and sin
In their whole heart evil is conceived
Truly those who act like God are not God
This I've tasted and seen
Though they go to battle and win
They enjoy some title from kin
But they don't have the power to redeem
I've witnessed many that act as if they are God
Throwing so much party for themselves the poor they ignored
Trample on peoples right nonstop
Their end is usually something bad to recall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem