Where do we begin
to inhume our inhumanity;
Given that our tastes
are now used to its acerbity.
Insincere innocuous innocence
fused with feigned ignorance
illuminates precious little
than our sheer arrogance.
Calloused coalitions
Across the lands;
We might never escape what
we exhume with our own hands.
very we are used to this...even inspite of the dangers we go on..innocence would have illuminated...lovely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Calloused coalitions Across the lands; We might never escape what we exhume with our own hands.' Amazing poem, I love the above lines most,10+++