Why the torture, why the pain?
What on earth is there to gain?
By inflicting vicious evil thought
Even though it is all for naught
Venum spouts through clenched teeth
Demoralizing, burying underneath
Dehumanizing 'til the last bequeath.
Wrongdoing will not be tolerated
One will sooner or later be incarcerated
It will result in a prison term life-long
Or shortened life with needle injection
No time left for making correction
In one whose life had no direction
Satan instilled lies and deception.
© Mel Patterson,1-29-11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem too many complex words not good for kids