Murder, sport, it’s not for food
You’re Unaware and I feel joy
The way I kill you will be crude
Surely you, I will destroy
Steady now as I aim
But something strange glows inside
I realize now you’re not a game
Empathy my angel cried
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it short and sweet. May i invite you to Read my poem called boy to a man. Its a true Story.