The demons find themselves...
Laughed at and ridiculed,
By those unbridled...
To do so,
In their own backyards.
And become appalled and offended,
By their own reflections displayed.
Their own wickedness...
Catches them unmasked.
'How dare a mocking,
When we are not parading in masquerade.
I thought 'they' were with 'us'? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem