Herbert Nehrlich World Poems

Is there a man who never ate
his daily bread with tears,
is there a man whose destined fate
led to the land of fears?
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A shadow is a second fiddle
and always feels inferior
it tries to reach the golden middle
of things in the interior
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Rumours have it that they aim
to control the power game.
Conquer all and take the gold
through extremely quick and bold
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The door was open
and she came in.
A litre can,
sealed at one end
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Out of a cloud appeared a hand
it showed the middlefinger raised
below, the people on the land
were simply stunned and quite amazed.
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To heal the sick he said, the lord's ways are mysterious.
And off he went without my personal donation.
The papers couldn't print it soon enough, the healings,
and what a wonderful true servant of the Lord.
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