So many,
Around
You could drown!
In a polluted
Sea of Lies!
As the Crow
Flies,
We look around
And tar black feathers
Cover the baby blue
Of the Sky!
Which is also
An Illusion
A kind of pseudo
Heaven
That might be
Called,
One of the few
And more beautiful
Of Lies.
Written by
Fed Up-Ton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice composition, bingo,5*****