Temptation “Poem”

I felt for a moment like Jesus when a Negro slaps on my face

I should have offer the other cheek like Jesus did

But my temptations proves I am nowhere near to Jesus

I hit him back with a stick in my hand

How I hated myself more than him

Buddha teaches anger is the source of all evil

Oh my temptations, my combustion and burning sulphur

How I envy those Monks in secret temples

For a grain of their peace of mind I can give my whole life

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