the world we are in
is a huge box
where everyone
wants to fit in
its a survival race
the greediest on the
upper hand and the
poorest on the
dumping ground
but before the sun sets
there will be a reckoning
a reversal of fortunes
the downfall of the evil
the good triumphs
if only in my dreams
as i sleep tonight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem