Inside of his eyes there is only deceit
Inside of his voice there is only lies
Inside of his hands there is only violence
Inside of his soul there is only dirt
Inside of his heart there is No Love
Inside of him there is no connection with the beauty that comes from Above
Inside of his mind its only pain that he plans.
I Richard Charles Koeberg never wanna be this man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem