like the fools
they really are
they lie in wait...
to gather your response
hopin’ you’d say
what a wise man knows
should/ be shown.
but… the fool
doin’ what fools
more or less
need to “foolishly” say
what they ought not even speak
lie in wait anyway
for answers
to foolish questions
waiting... waiting... waiting…
for the WISEMAN
to tell them... something
when the WISEMAN…
has already done it.
but fools... being the fools they are
never notice until... their eyes
are burned with the “enlightenment”
of their demise
not knowing:
the “roots of their destruction”
is the “ignorance” of punishment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but fools... being the fools they are never notice until... their eyes are burned with the “enlightenment” of their demise I love this....sounds like the wisdom of Solomon...