They talked about the Golden Fleece <br />and kept on their small farm some geese <br />but only their pubescent niece <br />was kind enough to pray for peace. <br /> <br />The hay inside the barn grew old <br />and grew the smell of musty mold. <br />One day the farm was simply sold <br />in an exchange for shiny gold. <br /> <br />The niece stayed back to hope and pray <br />the geese fell ill to her dismay. <br />Their cattle ate the rotten hay <br />and died as someone had to pay. <br /> <br />The Gods sent storms and heavy rain <br />to wash away the tears and pain <br />the farm blew down, the end was plain <br />Gods always seem to act in vain. <br /> <br />The praying niece was suffocated <br />all life had been obliterated. <br />The Devil though had contemplated <br />that Heaven was quite overrated. <br /> <br />Is there a lesson here to learn? <br />Imprinted like a rubber burn. <br />For those whose introvert concern, <br />to pray. No Flyer Points to earn.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-16/
