Sneaky hidden misdeeds.
Do backfire.
Revealing to bring to the light,
Singed participants.
Rushing to declare their innocence.
Yet no one can convince,
A pleading to beg for forgiveness.
Is all the proof required and needed,
That removes the evidence...
Of their guilt.
Or the remaining smell of deception.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem