All better to the best of men
And their families - all the best deserved.
All the great taste among ghosts - rough in appearance -
But all the great minds left to recollect.
Ghosts who breathe not the taste of other men,
But serve their own skin alike - all the best.
To those who dare share gold; share gold to none.
Be the best, fine, should be the best.
All the worst of truths to the cheats
And their unskilful work dissolved in soil
And sod alike - their truths not so polite.
Those who wish to not but take from the world;
Be it a body or a bracelet, all's well that ends.
Alleluia to the hidden-eyed! Cheats, they achieved.
Soulless - and they'll cheat again,
To be the worst, fine, should be the worst.
Great poem, very unique.
sometimes the captains are just as crooked as the criminals.
5 years ago
by Purple Rose
I agree with Thomas, this is a interesting subject for a poem. To tell you the truth, I can't really tell if you are comparing the similarities of the two, or contrasting them. When I read this, it sounds like the captains are also being judged with the criminals. I guess it just depends on the way you read it...