Paper of evil,
Metal of spoils!
Sorrow exist,
With no happiness,
With no joy.
Harm you bring,
Disguised as great men.
Tearing love on you reliant!
Traveling through from
Palaces to villages.
Destroying lives,
Creating distress.
Worth you have not,
But deceived all but one!
Copyright © Christian Eliab Ratnam 2012
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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