Abuse
The sick slither of the savage snake
Steals away the innocence
We know now that in mud huts and mansions
The serpent is there and will pluck at his repose
From poverty to wealthy rich
No one is out of harms way
Such a sorry state
When one can not feel safe no matter their home
29 may 2008
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad and sorrowfully true statement on a most despicable element off the human condition. I have a few unfinished attempts on the same subject matter.. Well done you..