The test of history never rest
A queue of villians give their best.
Coniving, cheating passing threats.
All this for a prize - a world for only one to keep.
If all these ways were ever had.
I fear -
I dreadfully fear what ills there be.
Genocide - an excluded kind.
One supreme tongue.
Greek, Latin even French and German perhaps
But history remains a true defender
.
This world was never made for one.
Cruel intentions must fade
They must learn
It is a world for all
Never a world for one.
You're right, but the coniving hasn't stopped. Its on in a more subtle form, that desire to dominate others, to be the centre of the world. But yes, they must learn its a world for all. Your poem is short, precise and intresting. Good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a world for all, very well said, Godfrey!