Though here and now they lie and cheat
Just as easily as some people will greet,
They don't care who they use or who they hurt
They probably think it's their just desert.
They are always scheming another plan
Maybe to lie to a different woman or man,
They do their treachery without any regret or force
They hurt others without sadness or remorse.
Sometimes I wish that I had a weapon in hand
Then against their acts and ways I would make a stand,
With the stroke of fate I could make them fail;
But, why end their suffering, they are already in hell.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem