The Garden Of Evil Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Garden Of Evil
Where were the seeds of evil
Sown,
In the Garden of Evil?
Or did they spontaneously
Combust, in us
From poisonous dust,
And scorn,
Hearts made out of stone!
How can you hurt
Other living things
The innocent,
Torture, make them suffer?
Even if great wealth
Is involved as benefit,
Crimes committed
Hell's indeed,
Your home,
Only blood and fire
Will you own.
A powerful write. Yes, those men who can take the lives of their fellow men, every iota of their being is burning in. Beautifully and masterfully written. On to my Poem List.
A very incisive poem. The very words and emotions embedded in each and every line of this poem cut like the sharp blade of a knife. Any person who could hurt an innocent man is a minion of darkness. An evil who dwells in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hearts made out of stone! ! Tone, Clone, Garden of evil! ! ! ! Muse of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.