In times of chaos and crisis,
Arises the imputation of blame.
Profoundly immoral and wicked,
Exists among mortals.
Altercation, Disputation, Contention
We tend to squabble.
It's like an uproar,
Like we run into a free-for-all battle,
Where everyone has different opinions.
Please do not fail to remember
Hatred or Evil is a vague trickster.
Knowing no cast, creed or religion
Vicious is it's nature.
Whilst it intends to chastise
A notion of a seemingly bottomless hole,
Forging anger in the midst
Maimed to ridicule, such is evil.
And in this cacophony
As we try to look upon whom to find guilty,
The Evil is ever conquering and winning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem