Another chance to be the cad
Presents itself in guise of lad
Intent on causing mindless grief
Through wicked strokes of master thief
When given guide to lighted point
Young man would hasten to anoint
Himself and witless comrades’ blue
Celebrity—without a clue
Ye gather fruit of somber seed
And quickly follow debased deed
Replete with cumbrous ecstasy
Ingrained in deepest sympathy
Sordid sorrow sells symbolic
Acts and subtle fits of colic
Felt as wave of guilt inherent
Exercised as feat abhorrent
Promoted swift and ruthlessly
Denied as such untruthfully
In graven image unrestrained
Less consciousness, no query stained
Cast at last as seed of sorrow
Sullied first and fit for morrow
Shadow days of sun resplendent
Gifting heart to need dependent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Kenneth, you really are a remarkable poet, your expression is raw you have the ability to create such amazing works of art, bravo to you sir, you are an excellent writer. *10* best wishes Jon