indirect bribery
escapes my mind
so i open back
the pages
of what he once did
when he was
on top of it all
that power that
corrupted him
absolutely
that lack of skill in
mastering honesty
sometimes these
capacities are forgotten
regret always comes late
pain sips souls on the other hand
earlier than the
cells and bars expect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem