I, myself leaped-out
of my skin, in loud
sock of immutability
lapsing spiteful and
mischievious by fellow
acquaintanceship.
what happened to leaders
being exempted figures-not
rags to riches and enamored
shadows.
I, myself inveigh
may the mighty beginner
make the corrupt injurious-
numbers choke in tears of whom
they falsify.
May their gold smiles vanish
in the river media, may their
despoiling hearts burn in bitter
pain and constant adversities of
their treacherous deeds-, shameful
agendas.
May they lie, succeed and achieve
nothing but their dirty souls, may you
Lord reflect their hearts to the world
and let their souls wither like a dead bone,
during this our of artless times abide and abide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
shameful agendas, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.