Malicious rumors to spread,
And intended to solicit whispered gossip...
On greedy ears wishing to hear it,
To add their own interpretations!
Should give those a feeling of gratefulness,
To receive the free publicity...
They could no other way afford at their expense.
And with a bowing of their heads,
To those who chose to ignore the truth.
With a keeping of their names,
Fresh on lips and in the streets...
To have it dawn on someone who realizes,
Something done by them has irritated...
Yet validates them getting the attention.
'Dear Father...
Your ability to deliver benefits in mysterious ways,
Has enriched our lives beyond incredible limits.
And we gather together to thank YOU, Dear Father,
For bringing our efforts such valued advertisement.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem