Wrote in my hate for this selfish world.
In troubled times we cry for help
We care too much, only for ourselves.
Selflessness, is an ideal.
Taken for granted, in this life we are so full of spite
Too much power is used in the wrong light.
We are but sheep, lost in a trance of immorality, following our shepherd.
Despite the fact we continue to hurt others, we are all spots on the same leopard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow keep up the good work because you are good at what you do.