Why do people say life is great.
Roses have thorns.
War is still here.
There is murder and suicide,
but only for people that see the truth.
People don’t really understand,
life is not like a box a happy looking chocolates.
Its full of demons and a few angles.
whoever said that life is beautiful,
was sick and twisted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem