We think we're civilized but we're Not,
Only of 'civilized', we wear the frock,
The cloth won't change what is within,
We're but weak creatures prone to sin.
Wearing our Sunday best, we try to conceal our faults. It is no disguise
Senryu? An added treat to go along with this very true poem of Sandra's. Well done. Both of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bring on the fire and brimstone speed up the meltdown! Who is the 'we here? Our sick country led by psychopaths?