KISMET

You own the oil

We till the soil

We built the alter

You will the scepter

We say the prayer:

Let every toil by karma repay

‘Amen Lord!’ you answer

 

Look up to kismet countrymen

With our sweat soaked faces

We shall sniff clear our nostrils

With your watery-spring tongue

You will lick your nostrils

For your hands are too dirty

Nor your face any sweaty

 

Alpha E. Y. 2018

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