small men desire power
to make up for the difference
they lacked at birth
small men stupidly
dare the beast
prodding it to anger
yet not knowing
how badly they will die
for the beast is not only
hungry for their blood
the beast is intelligent
it seeks revenge
the beast is like a cat
seeking the mouse to play with
before it kills
it is deranged like a fox
and nothing will stop it
till the blood flows
A wise man would have
reasoned, a wise man
would have been polite
but wise men are rare
stupid men cannot control
themselves,
stupid men die every day
the beast lives for the stupid ones
bye bye, the beasts say, , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem