Poetry by Michael Bechayda

Mini Me

My swag is on right

Paper so stacked

I'm shining with ice

I live by the word

By protecting the weak

I give you & me

That freedom you have

Not scared to die

Is another way for me

To serve and spread

To be "Fishers of men and

To make disciples of all nations"

You live your day complaining

On theories and lies

Forgetting the real point of view in life

In the moment of death you will be judged and sent.

It is not up to you an Original Poem made by Michael Hinog Bechayda