It would be great if we could create,
Anything to have others believe.
And magically it comes true.
Like lies many are accustomed to tell,
On others.
To then embellish them to exaggerate,
Their version of truth.
With unsuccessful attempts,
To undo someone's integrity...
So others can see them not shining as bright.
Only to attract darkness upon the paths,
Of those tellers of lies hiding in disguise!
And...
It doesn't matter how many people evil,
Can gather under one steeple.
To camouflage whatever that is believed they save.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem