Rob Me Not My Soul! Poem by Olfa TRAD

"To be, or not to be: that is the question: "

Shakespeare's verses fail not fascination.

Life looks not bright,

When truth seems not right.

Blame them not,

Those who nought have got.

For pain breeds more pain,

And success brings more gain.

Rightness is hardly sought,

Straightforwardness severely fought.

Some wish their nations thrive again, /əˈɡeɪn/

Some with own hands people are slain.

Rob me not my soul.

Tell me not: "Divine Goal! "

Book me not a flight to Hell,

For "All's well that ends well"

04/09/2014