WICKED REAPS

Pain,

Anger,

Rage.

All I feel.

Pain begotten from words ought not to be uttered;

Anger sown by the oppressors that think themselves better;

And actions reaped in the later age after all is forgotten!

O' here comes suffering and laments

As pains of the wicked aggravate and curses dwell

How shall they explain their cause to their seedlings

And flee from the shackles bound to them?

Tomorrow has no lasting age

And shall remain pregnant

Until their wickedness is fully reaped.