A cheapened labor for profit,
Could not stop their lust...
To pocket more.
They began to contaminate themselves.
With a self righteousness
Arresting sensibilities.
As if they had been the chosen ones.
And they were.
Chosen!
To receive inflicted revenge.
From a power descending upon them.
They were seduced by luxuries...
Undoing them to end their greed.
At all cost they wanted to succeed.
'Egofied' with victory!
No matter whose blood was left on trails,
To bleed and suffer...
To the death for beliefs.
And grieving starvation.
Proving they were champions of horror!
A declaration needing no confirmation...
By those left in global darkness.
Witnessing a martyrdom to pride,
But at the expense of whose honor! ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadly true of how a minor of our society is sucked in by this type of evil, greed, their towering egos of its worst...