Evil...
When you heard the word evil.
You thought about cruel eyes,
Doing something bad for nothing.
But, Some ask
'What creates them? '
They looks bad from the time they were born,
Even though they did bad things now.
But if you did some research on them,
You may find that, they're background.
Was absolutely in pain or tortured,
Some could not forgive, Some could forgive.
If you ask me,
I could be one of the evils.
You'll understand when you read the poem,
'What Does The World Looked Like? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem