With Fools and Fiends
We can't redeem
The World.
Thru Centuries
That's what's been done
Disgracefully and not
For fun.
Power, riches
Intervene,
Also cruelty,
Unprecedented,
Bloody murder,
Tragically,
Fills the scene
Non-Stop!
Nothing but,
More than shameful
Behavior,
From bottom to top,
When will it STOP?
Ever?
Our cup runneth over,
With universal abuse
And blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not a pretty picture hangs forlorn. A poem of the darkside of mankind. Maybe, the good of mankind balances the scales.