Hail to thee
In a country like this
the employer
the employee
and the job seeker
All need mercy.
they all want
they all cry..
the loudest.
Because low and behold
they all are the same.
And none is better
in this country
the bigger you are
the better you cry
and the needy you are
the swiftly you die
waiting for justice
Because the employer
trusted his wealth
the employees
trusted the status quo
the needy looked upon fellow men.
Their weakness being their worry about life
what to eat., what to come around
But in God, if we trust and obey
the employers essentials don't matter
the employees aren't better
and the job seeker can't even begin to imagine
What God has for him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem