Ph: Evil: The Wages Of Sin Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Evil: The Wages Of Sin
The bush in which you hide
Reveals your cowardice,
The wall, behind which you speak,
Testifies against you,
The seed which you so blithely sow,
Grows bitter fruit that does not nourish
Or weeds that suck soil dry
So that good seed barely feeds the birds,
Does not take root,
Imagination insufficient,
To wet the soil.
Bad intentions blow
What good soil there is
Across the sea to waiting deserts
More deserving in Africa,
The rocks left behind,
Only bruise your feet.
Sept.23,2014
Oh dear me! Whatever shall I do? Merov Tachgovirian, the only one on PH who gives anyone a 1.0 rating, doesn't like my wonderful poem. Maybe you should send him a message at the sites of Talyia Sprinkles or Jimmy Tuhans and tell him what you think of my poem and his opinion of it if you care about this kind of behavior on PoemHunter. Or here's an idea! Complain to the webmaster that their rating system is so vulnerable to bullys. This is your site right? Let's take it back!
So sorry you are too late. He has been banned by PH again!
Will there be a time in the future when mankind will be free from sin? All human struggles to understand and distant ourselves from sin reveals our cowardice. We should simply like that which is Good and the General Good of Humanity(Do I sound ambiguous?) to avoid all things evil. I like this poem so much.....indeed, the wages of sin is nothing but....the destroyer of birth-Death! It is candid in theme.Well written!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:57:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Not bad. Really good ending.