What makes us cross the line
between sweetness and sadism?
I've heard abuse cited
as if it's really an excuse
if you know the feeling,
why impose it on others,
innocents who've never wronged?
The poisoned turned poisoner
spreading the hatred,
through osmosis
to souls not yet scarred
sharing their pain
because they don't know
how to let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem