Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
Everything done is for them to undo.
No matter who does it.
Or how it is pursued.
Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
Self centered with a selfishness.
For them 'that' goes unrecognized.
But for those who see them for who they are...
There is a desire to get away from them.
Quickly when it is noticed.
With wishes to get away from them and far.
Sad are those who sit and criticize.
With nothing to value but a love to despise.
And suffering from unmasked disguises,
From their own sense of failure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem