Talk Bad,
Talk Bad and Evil about me,
What is expected from people is Unbelievable,
I realised that there are many Distractor's,
I realised that most talk bad about us,
In there,
In that Secret Dwelling,
I have seen them talking all bad about me,
Ofcourse,
I never care what people say,
Since I realised alot of Lesson's,
That most of them talk alot of bad about us,
I have seen how Greedy people in the World are,
I must come to believe it,
That the message will be given to those that do Evil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its sad how the world is...but its those little lights of good ppl who try that make sure it isn't all bad. I enjoyed your poem.