Quack, quack, quack!
Such a duckling that loves to quack.
Till their breath and saliva
Will choke them in desperation.
One word is enough for wise reaction
More words create disillusion.
Look at the mirror before you make any conclusion.
You might find a speck as big as your miscalculation.
Have mercy!
Where is your respect in the profession?
You look down and trample each carnation,
Not knowing they are more precious than your action.
Check your brain system malfunction
The two-faced you have bleeds discoloration.
Touch me not,
For, I am an apple in God's creation.
Touch me not, or face retribution.
Copyright: Eden S. Trinidad
All Rights Reserved
October 4,2019
10: 18 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perceptive poem, dear ate Eden....10++