A Few Bad People Poem by Osman Gani
A Few Bad People
A few Bad People
Spoil joy with a gust of violent wind.
They haunt the world with the riddle
And exploit their dark swirling mind.
A few Bad People
Grind active souls with raw power,
Charm the world with unseen cable
And shrink honesty with awful roar.
A few Bad People
Convert fertile terrain into barren.
Through a frozen wand of cripple
Spoil the remaining few Good men.
This poem is so so true. A fantastic write. I really really like it. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thanks, Dave, for your wonderful comments. I am glad that this poem touched your thoughts.