Rotate To Create Poem by Chan Mongol

ROTATE TO CREATE
By: Chan Mongol
December 23 of 2021

I did good and virtue, I did bad;

I was happy and okay, I was sad!

I lived in village, I lived in town;

My life passed on up and down.

I visualized heaven and I burnt in hell;

In the rotating life what more to spell?

Fabricated arts what are set dazzlingly;

Without the truth, false hopes to live happily!

Dancing is on but for how long to live on?

Why forgot earthquake, tsunami, typhoon?

God works in own mysterious processes;

I never manipulated God to favor my cases.

In the mother's womb, I always rotated;

In order to come to a figure to be created.

Have I ever stopped the movement?

I rotated to go back to the starting point.

There is a difference between you and me;

The gap is to know the life and its philosophy.

You are busy and so hurry to get the luxury;

Such are meaningless and very temporary!

I see myself with the gene of the harmless tree;

I see myself in helpful animals, even with the bee.

I never was greedy and sought opportunity;

I spent life to see God and his holy activity.

What supposed to happen, always happen;

In fixed network there is nothing that we can!

It is not the government who is incapacitated, sick;

Rather, those voters who are named as the public!

What do you do and where you heading to go?

The life in the universe is to rotate to go thorough!

I can't burn more of my energy for you to read me;

I recorded hereby, my research work, own theory.

I don't attempt to cleanse vices in another territory;

In order to get authority to re do same wicked robbery.

I don't ask God to bless me and give me priority;

I don't like breaking queue by showing muscles and authority.

The good old paleolithivc sentiment never can go outdated;

May the natural divine law rotate lively from being fainted!