There is only one way
To describe an imbecile.
Even if I were to beat,
The life out of you
With a hammer made of facts,
Your mouth wouldn't ever
Bleed blood, but dark
Black and ugly tar.
Find your lost humanity.
And idiot is in a fortress of his own wisdom but enchained and surrounded by his own mistakes...it's wonderful poem... So nicely and cleverly written...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Your wording is spot on Once again.