Are you rapacious with your poetry,
avaricious in your verse
Covetous of those words you read,
jealous—maybe worse
Do your thoughts deceive with what you write,
does bad intention rule the day
Those tracks you leave, the trap you've set
—with you the final prey
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deception makes the path of deception It never sets free without harmful portion