Deepening in the quicksand of lies,
Does not raise truth...
To clear duped eyes.
In sinks the teller!
Severs an integrity...
Until a mentality slowly disposes.
And those lies told,
Begin to carry a life of their own.
Attacking with a viciousness.
Betraying the one who slip them from lips.
An 'innocent' birth of a lie began its ride,
With no idea it did not cover up anything at all.
It only stalls the undoing of those who do it!
Those who begun with one...
That returns a catastrophe of grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem