This world would happily dismiss
my verses and my vision.
It listens to the devil’s hiss
and treats me with derision.
A foreigner, a pauper, I
can’t tick the right boxes,
an eye-sore in the worldly eye
of those cunning foxes,
who rule and, stifling living souls,
can get away with murder,
and Christians with Heaven's goals
become for them a burden.
However much the world disguises
their murky deeds’ endeavours,
but it will have to recognize
my accent from the Heavens.
8.01.2012