Who sets the ultimate terms
And allows a breathing space?
Emerging as devouring worms
Advancing with a smiling face
There is a forceful tendency
To impose rash restrictions
Instilling a need for dependency
Erasing annoying contradictions
Where is the architect
Who ranks first in the lot…
Sightless perception is preset
Controlling isolated thoughts
Slowing down the affects
Of an honorable design
Curbing progress and respect
Turning fraud into a shrine
Honesty is draining away…
Truthfulness is in short supply
The unborn are destine to pay
Integrity has gone awry
1/13/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sad, very true and very, very well written Top marks Chris