definitely unprepared to understand what crimes
other people commit without regrets
and too horrible to accept
those that came and took their seats
did not stay long for what they see
and hear is that
men are still beasts
preying on their own
kind savoring the taste of
salty blood and
bland flesh
delighting upon the misfortune of others
upon their own deaths
and vanishment...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem