Corrupted by the world around
Sickened by the smell
I was brave enough to fight
But yet again I fell
Beaten, Bruised I almost quit
The rage inside me grew
Hurt like hell, but man they fell
Now there days are threw
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aside from the spelling of the last word, I can't complain about this very much. It is not crystal clear what the message is. But I can suppose it has something to do with fighting back. I hope so, anyway. GW62