I sat and looked at the world outside
from the window my father sat beside.
I saw what he saw then turned away
and heard the words he could not say.
The world is a cruel confusing place,
may as well call us the inhuman race.
Hostile and greedy and vicious as hell,
I hear the toll of humanity's knell.
Hypocrites bray and preachers scream.
Even awake it is still a bad dream.
As war rages on and politicos lie,
I often wish I could cash out and die.
The savagery of the heart of man
is a quandary I never will understand.
Yes life is sad and brimming with sin,
but if I had my wish I'd try it again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem