1: 09 p.m.
Never been kissed by love, not even knowing the meaning
behind it, how do you find love, where is it hidden?
Looking into the eyes of men all around, seeing nothing
but lust and desires of rape flowing from their loins.
How can a man love anyone when they only fulfill their
selfish pleasures?
All women and children living in fear of what will be
done to them by men who have only hatred within them.
Spilling the life-blood of innocence and purity with
nothing but organs of evil desire.
How utterly depraved and inhuman they are, also never
going to be touched by a kiss of love, because they are
incapable of feeling or having it for anyone but themselves.
1: 10 p.m.5/31/15 RoseAnn V. Shawiak Copyrighted: 5/31/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem