Plagiarists are those who cannot write,
They just pretend and practice what's not right.
They lack the magnitude of true intelligence,
Cannot compose a poem that makes some sense.
So like the robbers and thieves around that prey,
They steal the work of others in any way.
They even reason out 'it's just changing names'
They're so devoid of moral character they play games.
In the end the Truth our God can weigh and see,
Stealing is still a sin that reaps judgement, you see.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~05.29.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem