They have made themselves,
The victims of their own envy.
With a reaping of sorrows intended to keep,
A doing of their misdeeds deceived and focused...
On those perceived worthy of inflicted hatred.
And misplaced jealousies.
As if an overdose of self-centeredness,
Would deliver to them an assured success.
Yet...
A harvesting has betrayed them with much decay.
They have made themselves,
The victims of their own envy.
And those visions of seeing themselves,
Flaunting a success as those selected fell to crawl...
Did not happen to the 'others' afterall.
Since envy with hatred and jealousies kept,
Seems better reflected...
By those seen on their knees begging to be saved,
From their perceptions.
Perceptions eventually tormenting them in regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem