They Are Mere Mortals Poem by Godspower Oshodin
They Are Mere Mortals
Those who mine out gold
From the ground
To sell for the rich
And make for the poor.
They are mere mortals!
Those who beg by the roadside
Under streams of hard times
When famished, to feed themselves
And their hungry children
They are mere mortals!
Those who destitute who suffer in slavery
For hard and cool times
But still been killed by their masters
As they search for liberty.
They are mere mortals!
Those who were born with silver spoons
Dangling in their mouth
And died with possessive wealth
And buried with those caskets chartered with gold.
They are mere mortals!
God bless...I love this poem..it shows your keen eye around you....Tess
Yes I can see that you do like to write and your poetry goes deep into the abyss of life and feeling. I shall certainly read more of your work. Thank you for introducing me to your poetry. Adeline Foster
another good observation on life....enjoyed reading it..Vallerie Lobell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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godspower, i have just discovered this wonderful piece of literature. it another deep poem of yours and i congratulate you on it. your mere mortal friend, -Layla