Young yet,
old to the ways of
such flawed humanity,
yet residing within,
perhaps not every evil,
and yet,
still not every perfect deed,
we as people care,
even when others do not.
Perfect flaws rest with the flawed.....
'I have seen enough of evil, to know their is good.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great! Well written mate