As I see hate
It appears to have much fate
It storms to minds of foes
And thereby deceives the hearts of fools
In this garden filled with hate
I smilled with nothing to relate
Every corner was nailed with greed
And every row in spheres
Was cruely brewed with bleed
I saw all kinds of lies
And consequently all dies
With ties I saw tears
That teared hearts and left them in fears
In it! £
Yes! In this gardern
I shall not harvest
Nor it will marvest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gread and hate are the worlds worst killers. A great poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, War With No Morals.