mind game
seems to have
become life itself
what do i do?
to corner him
what is his weakness?
to which will he surrender
smilingly and diplomatically
we play this wormy game
not realizing....
we are all GREAT HUMANS
Though not violent
though there is no blood shed
this is even worse...very soon
we will just have a human form
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds as a nice syllogism....though for the minor there are two stanzas...well penned...thank you