Of its own devouring Self
In malevolence, just drifting-
A devastation beyond help.
A sickened state enrobed
By the vileness of the will
Whose outlook is so robbed
By spitefulness that kills.
Its venom spreads like plague
Healing negated by hate
Its rationale is so vague
But the damage done...so great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem