he is just a shadow
in darkness and full of rage
all he knows is how to hate
his victims who live center stage
people in life's main spotlight
the so called beautiful ones
No one saw the shadow move
his machines spit tiny bits of death
making flash and barking sounds
as from the machines each bullet left
and with a curse each one had
dark evilness and left a bloody mess
center stage to wound and kill
and the shadow felt thrilled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem