What leads people to the madness of murder
or to inflict pain on another?
Some blame a demon,
pointing fingers at the one who leaves no fingerprints.
Others a discordance of the mind,
like there is a certain order to it.
For whatever reason one chooses to desire the stench of another's blood on the flesh,
I know the earth calls for death and with joy receives another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem