Society built on sand
Makes it hard to stand
Commercial beauty
Original minds breed infinity
Different is a disease
So it begins to cease
Love is a using thing
Cries are all they sing
Fighting for glory now
No more peace some how
World of chaos
Is hidden behind emboss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow - 'society built on sand' - very well put. Bullseye! 10 points!