These madcow eaters are ready to strike.
With no regard at all for human life.
They are out to prove a point.
Power means blight.
And they are prepared to block the Sun...
From providing natural light!
They wish to attack,
To keep an ignorance intact.
Control they feel they must.
To spread their lustful ways.
Even if it means...
The last of life in the coming days!
They are sick and wicked.
And definitely crazed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem