They can declare themselves geniuses.
And compare themselves to those suppressed.
They will strip a land of its resources,
To then profess how the inhabitants that are left...
Are distressed and disadvantaged.
As if to impress.
The can create conflicts and disturbances...
To say they can end them quick but don't.
They wish to have others see them,
As saviors on a mission.
But to fix anything with a healing to bring...
They wont.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
evil politicians... i think this poem is for them!