What a World
What a world
What kind of inhabitants
Naively confused
Trust no longer factual
Hypocrisy by the second
Betrayal within a minute
Selfishness the rule of the game
Leaders no longer leading
Ruling with jungle justice
The ruled without a hiding place
Running helter-skelter
Without aid made a laughing stock
In an empire where one has to cater
Alone and only by yourself
Like a mad dog that escaped the owner
As it approaches
Treated like Ebola
That kills without selection
(Dedicated to those in Pain...Nashe)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem