When proud ones boast
Of all that is loftiest
In his faith,
In her flag,
In the hue of their skin
The Devil licks his chops
In lustful salivation.
When caring souls
Reach out to offer
A bowl of rice,
A healing dose,
An understanding ear,
An open heart
Satan clutches his dry throat
Gasping for air.
Excellent title. Noble sentiments eloquently expressed. Praise for your caring soul. Regards, Sandra
This is great. It is just the sort of thing that faiths require the skill and imagination to take a concept (good/evil) and reduce it to a simple understaning without loss of meaning. I always have admiration for this sort of work which I think finds its parralel in the old political and agitational slogans.
this is one of the best poems i have ever read...and i don't really have the words... so all i want to say is thanx for sharing... peace and love on earth **KoNi**
We need more caring souls and not those proud ones, Let the meek inherit this earth! -Raj Nandy
the message is powerfully packed..The piece said it all. It pays to be humble, and not to brag your talents, your riches and your position in the society.
And this IS how it is... Well done and thank you, Robert. Esther
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
robert...can i say this is a masterpiece? ...beautifully structured...solid in content...packed with truthful emotions...just loved it...love...nalini