Wicked days do we now behold,
for the heart of man has grown cold.
With a corrupted mind, and fithy lust,
so very selfish and lacking trust.
Indulging, in every souls desire.
making the tongue a constant liar,
Creating fear and making weak,
and another cheap thrill is all we seek.
Helping another is no concern,
each his own, die or learn.
Determined to fulfill the desired plan,
even upon the backs, of fellow man.
In the eye, does greed abound,
and enough to satisfy, cannot be found.
For something always is there to crave,
so still wanting more, shall enter the grave.
What we've become ashamed am I,
and for hope, can I only sigh.
wowzers..these are my kinda beats! must save this one to my hard drive...
A WONDERFUL poem, containing some unfortunate truths and vital lessons...10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. those are some good ides.