PRAY FOR THE SKY
Poem by: Chan Mongol
January 2022
The sky is everlasting limitless with all powers;
We, as mortals are tiny tinny short living bacteria, virus.
It is difficult for us to move from one place to another;
Why pressure for the little body with unnecessary prayer?
We lost our birth places, lands and golden paddies;
We miss our roots, castles, hives, moms and daddies!
Night ends and day begins with the Sunrise;
But lives we lost never came back to stop our cries.
We shouldn't be worried for the Sun or others in Sky;
They are in the sky and are well protected but we die.
It doesn't matter how bigger are our temples and prayers;
All in the sky are safer with the big guy and his orders!
Let's protect only us first from wicked human powers;
Why are wasting times in prayers for god in the upstairs?
God can protect himself and doesn't need us;
Let's protect us from fellow humans who are vicious!
In the short life, each moment is so precious!
Let's live and let live without cruelty and vice!
Sunset and Sunrise will comeback everyday;
But a blood family we lose will never come back, Okay!
Souls of ancestors are connected with you;
To be kind to own blood family is your first duty!
We pray or not but the soul of the bad blood will be punished;
Bad bloods may be happy now but will be penalized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem