The expanse of our heritage
Is fertile, so much so that
If you leave a wooden table
Outside overnight, a vegetation
Will sprout on it.
Eat what is available
And abhor greed and stealing
Eat what you find here,
If you find it no more
Pray,
And if in your prayer
Your faith fails you
Move on,
Go, tear your bush
Don't envy
Don't covet
Just work
For work is a more
Pragmatic form of prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Optimistic is alive in this poem...and it need to be inside of our reader once they read this...because it make us more stronger to survive! nice one Tony