Poem Body
Since the timing
Men still waiting for the great harvest
The eternal begin the giving of corn and the wheat long time ago
Where many dignitaries in this world shall never enter the gate
But shall go by their knees weeping
Some who will be left behind will not they be stained
But they will brought to shame
They shall be consume by fire
And finally become a heap under the sun
Comments
Nice examination
I knew your judgments here and the're all 100% correct. I think the verse needs a language overhauling for the second time.
That is why i am in Neopoet family. Each and every one us needs 'A Godfather' here that would constantly receive from...especially literary corrections at any point in time.
Thanks Mr Markl for the read and having time to unveil the weeds within the poem.