You'd write me down
On the four walls in town
Perhaps with indellible ink
And on every signpost, I think
That your sibblings could glance
Throw me stones and call names
Same pages, some lovers would read
And learn lessons indeed
Call me on pages of history
Tell me to them like a story
I would take the blame any season
I am a culprit but with reason
It had better be this way
Wish you'd appreatiate it one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, really like it. May i invite you to read my new poem called, The Corrupt.