THE POET SLEEPS

AMB.DR. JOCARLOS GASPAR BRASIL POEMA: O POETA DORME

The Poet sleeps. Why sleep? Because man without God, without love and without morals, it's like a tree that doesn't bear fruit, it's like the worm that destroys everything: it's like a weed among the flowers. The Poet sleeps. He sleeps because he is thirsty: Thirst to live, to love, to justice, to fight. The Poet sleeps. Sleep while the fish die in the sea, as the air gets denser and denser, while the dog is faithful to its owner and man betrays for greed. The Poet sleeps, sleeps while children die before birth. Why malnutrition takes away the hope of living. The Poet sleeps. Sleep while man lives in the delirium of fame and fantasy, while everything happens and nothing notices. The Poet sleeps. Sleep while fauna and flora are destroyed, while man arms himself to destroy a new life. The Poet sleeps. Sleep because you are sad, sad with the misery, with the hunger, with the disrespect, with the lack of sensitivity, with uncertainty and lack of patriotism. The Poet sleeps. Sleep because you cannot contemplate: the beauty of nature, the lily of the field, the color of the rose, the song of the bird, the child's smile, the fall of the dew and the star shine. The Poet sleeps. Sleep because humanity without faith and without God: it's like the browser without a compass, it's like the aimless and directionless slave in the hands of those who live in darkness. The Poet sleeps. Sleep because the poet without an ideal, without inspiration and without words: it's like a warrior without a sword, it's like the keyless lock, it's like a talentless artist, it's like a Christian without the Bible. The Poet sleeps. Sleep because the world is living a real war: Moral, intellectual, spiritual and economic: where Peace, love and solidarity have been overlooked by humanity, the very essence of a better life. The Poet sleeps. Sleep while lies, false witness and corruption have been a parameter to delimit justice. The Poet sleeps. Sleep while human bankruptcy has been imperative in health, safety and education. The Poet sleeps. Sleep in the hope that man can exchange weapons of war for peace. The Poet sleeps. Sleep while those who preach the lie, trying to take advantage by petty and shady artifice. But that one day, they will be intoxicated by their own poison. AMB.DR.JOCARLOS GASPAR - A POET FROM BRASIL DOCTOR OF LITERATURE (LITT.D)