How suspicious are the human minds
When we conjure up demons from unseen finds
From one person’s misdeeds
We grow a garden of judging weeds
How quick we are to believe a mouth of deceit
That speaks often of lies and conceit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ivy, I hear what your saying... I wrote a similar poem about human nature titled 'Humankind, ' even the format is similar. Well done! ! Brian