The world has got rotten,
Worms are on the food.
Children inhale poison,
There is nothing good.
The sky appears dark,
Air is heavy here,
The Roads are serpentine,
Everything unfair.
Falsehood talks aloud,
Truth is in slumber.
People live half dead,
Life seeming sombre.
A Monster must take birth,
To save all of mankind.
To heal the diseased earth,
To throw evils behind!
great characterization of the rotten world..... definitely need another savior..nice write
Wow! This poem blows my mind my friend! Well done and congratulations to youA
This world is ours we must protect it with care, think positively to do wonders... poets penned to light Worms are on the food. Children inhale poison, There is nothing good. The sky appears dark, Air is heavy here, The Roads are serpentine,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First I must appreciate the rhythm in each line... And ofcause the strong massage conveyed by the whole write... Its wonderful the reflection of how the world is.. And the perfect image of how it looks, super! The_African_Son