It is said
That things change
With the time
But I have seen her
Changing before time
The disguise of human
Has soon vanished
And the real wild face
Has cherished
Like a beast
Just finished his prey
And the blood is still
On the lips
Humanity and faith
Are like jokes for her
Whose heart
Has a devilish inner
No love can stay
In the hateful air
The compassion
Begs for its life
In the merciless self glare
How a soft hearted faith
Go by and dare
Among pieces of heart
Her ever growing greed
Wants a lion’s share
And I have presented her
Without any care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharting this Poem with us. E.K.L.