No I share not in your democracy
An unwelcom'd game of sheer hypocrisy
A liar stoned is a liar dead
A liar spared leaves much to dread
So I tread the tightrope of society
And veer away hierarchy's priorities
Corruption lays in mud's thickest hole
Whilst fire burns in a poor man's soul
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Jan.12/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and erudite poem