Every aspect of their existence,
Has been based upon their love...
For sustained and maintained violence.
And choose they do those weak to oppress.
With it shown how best,
How to pump up their chests...
In displays of bravery and valor.
And craving to keep these miraged images,
They seek to defeat themselves in the streets.
They accuse the police for not keeping the peace.
But tattered is a peace torn to pieces.
With a shown disrespect.
And undetected self discipline.
A discipline long neglected no one accepts.
Every aspect of their existence,
Has been based upon their love...
For sustained and maintained violence.
And yet their kept perceptions have been diseased.
Although seek they do to keep their interests protected.
But the value of their interests is deluded at best!
With a leaving of their minds mentally affected.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem