There are monsters
That exist within;
They understand the hate
That the world is.
They know hate must exist,
For the monsters must be fed,
They grow strong with our anger.
They turn our love into cold
Polluted icicles of rage,
Made from the frozen fear
That trickles from our souls.
Traditions maintain the myths;
We believe them all,
And the monsters laugh in Triumph.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra I enjoyed every line, keep it up