Beneath the oak tree I lie
Watching all the passers-by:
Here are a happy chubby boy
And a girl playing with a toy,
I hear them intellectually converse
Over the sins of universe:


‘Humans crave wealth with immense love,
Like the bread crust eaten by a hungry dove,
Like an elephant devouring tons of peanuts,
Like an ape wolfing down a tree of coconuts,
Like pearls bringing woes to misers,
Like swords slaying their carriers,
Like truces signed by traitors,
Calling them “The Peace Creators”
Like Pharaohs, owners of stakes,
Oppressing within lands and lakes,
Like Agamemnon taking Achilles’ prize,
Like Caesar thinking he’d immortalize.’

‘I concur,’ the girl goes on to say,
‘Our life on earth is a short stay,
The Lord above we should obey,
But creatures, insolently, go astray;
Yet He awards us generously.
Caution: we may be taken heedlessly!’


No time to waste, no time to sleep,
No time to slacken; the matter IS deep:
To the Lord above I beseech,
Oh God, have mercy on our breach.