Evil can never match up to good,
For being evil is like burning firewood,
The person is the wood and evil is the fire,
The evil gives a means to unlawfully reach a desire,
Evil may be the fire that makes the wood bright,
But it finally burns the wood throughout the night,
All evil intentions and evil acts,
Will only lead to self inflicted stabs on backs,
For evil is ultimately self-destructive,
For in the long run evil is never productive,
Evil thoughts may stack up like books on a shelf,
But in the long run evil always destroys itself!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem