Hatred, ignorance and fear…lifeblood of the assuaged.
On each soul will be the toll of violence by the enraged.
Instead of knowledge, hate is learned as ignorant’s only hope.
Fear of change from ideas strange, with which he can’t cope.
For this sad soul the toll is a forebodingly tragic tale indeed.
Better that he were never born since on his like will the world feed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem