Braving the freezing night wind;
A homeless man stands n’ begs
That he might buy a loaf of bread
Whilst dining in a posh restaurant;
A rich man enjoys steak & eggs
What god or demon of blackened heart,
Creates wealth n’ poverty in juxtapose?
Creates men that live such worlds’ apart?
Why doom them to a life full of sorrows? ”
“To build strong character” he replies
“Man learns from the experiences of life
As free-will precludes the need for alibis
Suffering tempers a man” the demon lies
Know that it’s within the human soul
The deeds n’ acts that makes one whole
ROTMS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem