Serpents with their self preserved interests
And their forked, lying tongues;
Or fat rats scurrying in shadows
And feasting on rotting things;
Even humans who run and hide in shame
Like cowards scared of their own shadows
Are not quite as feckless as you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will use this poem and quote it at someone who is feckless; 0)