When proud ones boast
Of all that is loftiest
In his faith,
In her flag,
In the hue of their skin
The Devil licks his chops
In lustful salivation.
When caring souls
Reach out to offer
A bowl of rice,
A healing dose,
An understanding ear,
An open heart
Satan clutches his dry throat
Gasping for air.
Abso-bloody-lutely. Beautifully written piece... Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Message loud and clear and masterfully, enchantingly portrayed. t x
An honest truth without any fuss! this will be a tattoo in every heart.
We need more caring souls and not those proud ones, Let the meek inherit this earth! -Raj Nandy
the message is powerfully packed..The piece said it all. It pays to be humble, and not to brag your talents, your riches and your position in the society.
And this IS how it is... Well done and thank you, Robert. Esther
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Robert, a unique spin on the Biblical reference to God opposing the proud and giving grace to the humble. Awesome write... point well made! ! Brian