The seeds of malice have been sown,
We're on the way that once was Rome,
The Decadence, the Lies come home,
Our very thoughts, no more our own.
Morality and love of Good,
They are no longer understood,
Decadently, we say goodbye,
For Love of Country, now we cry.
Positiveness! ! Righteousness is the key. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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There is microscope and macroscope: we have to use the macroscope in order to see the big picture: there is no 'country' only the concept, from which all the problems of humanity arise. A great poem.