Are the hatcheries built in poor neighborhood?
Where the criminals and crooks are found,
Whenever there is a crime in the town,
The siren of security is heard in down town,
Thousands of young girls and their friends,
Born and brought in these play ground,
Where the brutal thugs suffer in silence,
Their bosses live in extravagance.
Whenever there is a crime in the town,
Police go to the poor neighborhood for the hint,
Are the poor human, mothers of all evils,
The real evil is living in the hearts of the heartless.
This prevalence of an in equal society for none of its initial contributions is the first pointer to what we describe as the absolute absence of a divine empathy.. The filthy rich and the crafty elite must descend for a while.... A good poem madam!
Poorest human is the human without heart, heartless, nice write V.S_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem expressing strong moral indignation! ! Yes, real evil lives in the heart of the heartless! !