The message is the same
work-eat-sleep or forever die.
Nourish the soul, let alone
the body. Western ideals
are pretenders to the throne
of answers. Confusion re
culture and ethnic cleansing
in the Middle East not
a worthwhile substitute for
reasonable doubt.
Somewhere in the slumber of
another trail words are dark
and deep, a road for intruders
on the prowl; sends shivers
through a scene of prey.
Man, the throne-king walks
the rant fixing rules and
changes each comma when
it suits ambition.
Now that one shuffles,
a coyote stirs
the moon is brightness
and a rabbit
knows its destiny - -
tonight is a chance
to live life. Tomorrow's
dream is our destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem