When Corruption is so deep that
It holds the noose of decapitation,
There is no hope left,
It's only a matter of time till,
Total decay and crumbling happens,
Becoming the fatal destiny
Of every dissolute and perverted nation,
That has planted and grown the seeds
Of its own devastation.
Sometimes, truth is ugly. I need a happy poem now to recover. : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First found in Aeschylus similar ideas in poesy.