The true definition of all things ugly
Guns, knives, blood all part of this tragic story
Bodies hitting the floor, the sight of murder
The horrific solution to solving our problems
Revenge, hatred, and evil is what we have blamed
But truly who is there to blame?
Tears, dreadful memories, what is left to come?
Once you see this hideous scene we are left to doubt
Ourselves with “What have we done”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dont take anything i rate with under a 10 as bad im not sure if ill ever give many 10s i figure with so many poems to read the 10s should be saved for the ones that really move you so anything over a 5 is ment as a compliment so pls dont think im dissin you lol oh and this kinda reminds me of the one i wrote Anarchy if you want to check it out, im gonna try to go through all or most of your poems but i dont know or write many that dont ryhm there not really my fortae i dont know much about em so sorry if i dont write alot of comments on them