Beauty rotting with decay
Creation condemned to destruction
Reason lost to madness
Love conquered by hate
What has this world now become?
Why was this chosen by everyone?
Lack of judgement or are we looking for our own demise.
History doomed to repeat itself
No lessons were learned by anyone
because those books were burned long ago.
It all feels like a bad dream
but it's not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem