People evil.
Seek verbal reactions to their misdeeds.
People evil.
Become perturbed,
If they are not reminded...
Someone was stung.
But their tongues left no sting.
People evil.
Raise their voices,
To disturb those calm.
And when those stung,
Appear not hurt by the sting.
People evil then begin to lie on them.
About every and anything.
Even in places sacred to some,
People evil will stoop to lows...
Just to practice on others,
More evil to do done.
For the fun and the 'hell' of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem