It knows it bites.
But unaware it poisons.
It knows it victimizes.
But unsure why it is despised.
Reptilian genes it has.
And dangerous to anyone it passes.
It slithers and hisses...
Strikes and leaves.
Doing this as it was taught.
It does what it believes.
And guilt it feels not.
Or an empathy for blood it sees...
Dripping!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem