Esau

Full of sloth and no shame

Gullible as a moth drawn to a flame

Having forgot what a high price we paid

That liberty was bought and now does fade

Without a fight we sit in our cottage

And trade our birthright for a mess of pottage

Reviews

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

Without a fight we sit in our cottage
And trade our birthright for a mess of pottage

These lines are wonderful, this is very good. enjoyed

[Kim S.]

enjoyed this write, i am not sure what a Pottage is, this is still wonderful

[Soren]

Pottage in the story of
Esau is his gruel or mush. Thank you for reading my poem and reviewing it