Many do not know,
What they present to sow...
Will be reaped.
Delivered and received,
Exclusively.
With needless accusations made,
Their activities done to intend...
Had been misunderstood.
From the beginning of implementation.
Until the spreading of their misdeeds,
Began to affect...
Them unexpectedly.
They chose to sow,
A deception to grow.
To perceive they would not reap,
A defeating of themselves.
But an undoing of others.
That will leave them rejoicing,
Gleefully.
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And even though what they did to do,
Done and meant to intend to win.
They also made themselves victims too!
No one who sows upon others sorrows,
Seldom escapes a reaping that follows...
That which is planted by the doer.
Witnessed weeping.
From their own deceiving to have done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem