A lie is like any other seed.
To grow.
It must be planted in the fertile mind of the weak.
It must be nurses with a false compassion.
Even though a flower on it will grow.
It is still a weed of destruction.
The greatest seeds of a lie that we tell.
Is the one tell ourselves.
And then convenience ourselves that it is true.
Then nurses it as it grows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lie is like any other seed. To grow. It must be planted in the fertile mind of the weak.-very true..enjoyed reading your great poem, voted 10