Seldom is criticism begged to get or requested.
Yet...
There are those from cracks and crevices who creep.
Choosing to pick someone to ridicule.
And not always seen,
On urban streets standing on corners.
Taunting someone randomly sought.
As done in suburbia to believe it kept discreet.
But this activity some will choose.
While others watch.
And sometimes provoke the abuse.
Amused and also entertained by it too.
Sick.
As if addicted to being vindictive.
What is this that has happened to the people.
What is this that has made them,
Evil like this.
When not too often does anyone,
Wish to be victimized.
And declaring this to want.
On their bucket list to prioritize.
What is this that has happened to the people.
To invoke, provoke and choose to others do.
With this not to know it sick.
Yet amused and entertained,
By a vindictive wickedness.
To think nothing about it.
Or the paying of the consequences.
Few will escape away with this not to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem