Your aggression. My regression.
You against me. Me against you.
It's so easy to do.
Being good isn't so.
I witnessed a deed.
It was indeed,
A was not pleasing.
It was depressing.
Why do you, and why do me,
Go on in this macabre way?
Is it our nature to?
I hope not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem