Love is often misplaced
Given and not received
Because people do not care
But I do
Yes I do
And they don't understand why
So they belittle a caring heart
They love to shoot that heart
Till it is bled dry
Dry up the good hearts
Keep the bad ones pumping
Because mischief creates profits
And good deeds come at a loss
This is what they understand
*Inspired by the many good hearts that have given their lives to morality and been shot and killed for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem