rotten his heart
crooked his smile
broken his promises
lost in denial
crazed by greed
loved by slaves
a kingdom on cash
lead his heart to dust
let alcohol consume his consumers
and cigarettes smoke his slaves
a bullet for his brain
smoked up and down the drain
his consumers left for dead
due to the effects of money bled
out in the streets of drinks
and allies of needles
alcohol passed out
and cigarettes coughed up
now the youth is seeking drugs
where is their salvation
will they be redeemed
only drugs and money led them it seemed
but there is a solution
in a rather simple form
go to God
be reborn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm impressed. The opening couplets of this poem have a lot of impact. Keep writing.