All I see are fools piling higher gold and grain getting drunk and eating creatures imagining they're well-to-do unaware of Hell's abyss seeking only Heaven's bliss but with karma like Vipula how can they escape disaster suddenly the rich man dies people crowd around in tears then they hire some monks to chant though such ghostly pay is void and provides no future blessings why support the hairless bunch better to wake up in time don't create a hell of darkness be a tree that fears no wind steadfast and unmoved by fate tell the blockheads you might meet read this over once or twice | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR MISAPPELLATION by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI THE WIND AND THE WHIRLWIND by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE PHEIDIPPIDES by ROBERT BROWNING |