To Brother Jesse
This ladder, brother
-is endless to heaven
We are made by power
-name can be whatever,
-God, Allah, or Nature
We grab every rung
-for others to climb…
Eager we must be but
-to get and to gather
-not to hoard but to share
Brother
-I recall my father
-he asked me:
-"Did you pay your taxes? "
I knew he would have
-some advice in sleeve
-and he did
"You have been fortunate
-read and write you have learned,
-that helps you to enjoy when mingles
-for this pay your taxes…"
He went on and at end…
-wanted me to teach the
-people who are deprived
So please my Jesse
-remember…
-you and I are obliged
-many are around us
-who deserve our taxes…
Let us sit and find way
-to give them our hands, legs
-as well as minds and heads…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And if they can only be more evenly and fairly distributed! Good poem!
Nassy, you most certainly are forgiven.
Richard...I did seek your forgiveness and hope that I am forgiven