Visuals to make,
With stances to intimidate...
An escalating of threats.
Only takes one ego...
Selected to sit behind a desk,
Wishing for attention to get...
And a need to receive,
That ego regularly massaged...
To decide they have been,
Chosen to end humanity.
Because of the belief,
They have the power...
To initiate World-wide,
And complete devastation.
With it done as if to order,
A slice of cheesecake.
Topped with strawberries.
And fresh whipped cream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem