Drowning in the sea of unending human concupiscence,
Engulfed by the flames of the green eyed Satan`s vehemence,
Consumed, masticated by the jaws of competition,
Excoriated by the over-critical eye of a judgemental sermon,
Compressed, mutilated by the weapons of manipulation,
Anathematized by the surrounding masses of conformist Ignoramuses,
Lashing out in vain against orthodox notions of retrogade mammoths,
Epitome of philistinism, naivete, nescience, whom amelioration loathes,
Indulging in faux pas, re-engaging in well planned solecism,
Deviod of any anguish, repentance, remorse in a armoured prism,
Armoured from ethicality, encased in thick scabs of indifference,
For when deceiving ogres has the benefit of sovereignty, who needs a
conscience?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm...! I loved reading yer poem….for several reasons…cheers! But it made me wonder…. now why hasn’t some one told you, my dear poet. what they have been telling me a long time... :) … ad nauseam and ad infinitum “…we need a dictionary to do your poems….” Ah! ....mere mortals… :) Blessed be. sat