Most are scandal driven and bitter people.
Undermining behind the scenes.
And creating those scenerios...
To demean those unsuspecting.
Whenever they are around,
A wickedness begins.
They are the ones good at loathing.
They are the ones who pollute the air...
To ensure they are useen,
With a slithering they do that is low.
Eventually you will come to know them.
It is the shedding season for snakes.
They are all around...
Ready to inflict with their sweetened venom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem