A world of honey painted (field after field)
No use to complain
No choice shall you yield
(Numbers) become abundant winners
Gambling… tossed aside
Strategy… a slow ingredient
Reaped blossoms mega bloom with pride
(Lilies) who dare to complain
No longer do we have room
In parlours and castles beneath find your doom
Ebony…Honey-tone…Fair I say to you
If you stand in the sea
Lacking (conformity)
Drown beside the fish
Wave good-bye to your new (Reality)
These words may seem redundant
To the blind and bemused
But as rain trickles down nourishing world's (oldest roots)
And as the (rear) feels the blow of brilliant (ancient boots)
Hands that once seemed… O so far away
Stand before you in the twilight
(Ready) to rule the day
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Sept.28/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem