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Poroci su ropstvo života i duše
kroz njih zlo neprestalno puše
ranjava čovjeka do same srži
samo u starenju postaje brži.

Otupljuje potrebe, smanjuje želje
porok ljude do iznemoglosti melje
ubija dobrotu, briše savjesti trag
porok se ponaša potpuno kao mag.

Obuzme čovjeka do takve mjere
da ne osjeća u ničemu više veselje
nego u onom što se pred njim klanja
dok o svemu poznatom samo sanja.

Lukavstvo poroka bez prestanka muči
čovjeka svugdje, najviše u njegovoj kući
gdje mira mu ne da niti se na što obazire
vara ga iluzijom, a stvarnost mu razbije.

Laže ga i otima mu unutrašnji mir
svaki porok je ujedno krvavi pir
privid sjaja, napose samopouzdanja,
umjetno stvorenog platežnog izdanja.

Poroci i novac, ljudi, uvijek idu skupa
to je kanal, bezgranična, bez dna rupa
poslije njega je bol još nesnosno tupa
u nesretnom čovjeku samo tuga pupa.

Ne bira porok koga će pokoravati
oni bez vjere sami će mu se podavati
jer djeca svjetlosti ne podnose laži
od svega ponuđenog Zakon im je draži.

Jer sloboda naspram svakog ropstva
traži suradnju ljubavi i Božjega vodstva
kada smo istinski voljeni i volimo isto
poroci nam ne trebaju, budimo na čisto.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Autor: Željka Šabić

Vices are bondage of life and soul,
through them evil blows without control,
it wounds a person down to the core,
only with aging it hastens still more.

It dulls our needs, makes desires small,
a vice grinds people down, empties them all,
it kills all goodness, wipes conscience’s trace,
a vice behaves like a donkey in place.

It seizes a person to such a degree
that joy in anything they no longer see,
except in what bows down before their sight,
while all that once was known fades into night.

The cunning of vice torments without end,
a person everywhere, at home it will bend,
where it denies him peace, heedless of all,
deceives with illusion, lets reality fall.

It lies to him, steals his inner peace,
every vice is at once a bloody feast,
a seeming glow, above all confidence bright,
of an artificial, paid-for, shining might.

Vices and money, people, always align,
that is a channel, a bottomless mine,
after it, pain grows unbearably blunt,
in the unhappy man only sorrow will sprout.

A vice does not choose whom it will enslave,
those without faith themselves to it gave,
for children of light cannot bear any lie,
of all that is offered, Law they glorify.

For freedom, against every form of chain,
seeks love’s cooperation and God’s domain,
when we are truly loved and love the same,
we need no vices, let our hearts be tame.

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić