Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Your Task Is Forced
We have sent you a task for all ponds of business,
In the position of cattle you are kept like a bursting fruit.
For you, a relentless act shines immortally,
Forcing the belt to shake and break due to the old tears
Running from the cheeks of your head in high task.
Illness retakes your position and the station of deeds
Shines forth with perpetual women and men in the way
Of godliness and piety.
Their patience is stubborn, a kind man will be for his religion
A shining coin, a beautiful swan gliding into the distinction
Of his life's collisions.
Indeed, we will judge you according to your needs,
As deeds are sludge, like the marshland housing the dead.
We do not guide you tonight, in the daughter's head,
And the alive son will burn his thoughts together,
Overcoming the educated men in his and his sister's way.
We are in the brittle film, a cinema needs us tonight,
For the film will shatter as our lives matter,
Forcing the higher design, defending the entire hall.
Topic(s) of this poem: success,suffering,woe,work