hatred is lie we tell ourselves to make us feel better,
but in fact we feel worse when none listens to us
an does little to shower goodwill on us who hate,
oh they try but you an you hate
but all you are is a lost soul who wanders
nevermore to anywhere that shall be named
..... I felt like eloquence was a necessary tribute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem