'What is the real bad? '
I asked in wondering mood.
Disorder, said the hooligan;
Ignorance said the school;
Lies, said the politician;
Pain, said the fool;
Infidelity, said the prostitute;
Wrinkles, said the madame;
Prison, said the guard;
Asylum, said the madman;
Obscurity, said the bard;
Subordination, said the slave;
My inner voice then told me;
'The answer is more grave.'
Then listening to my conscience,
I harshly heard it say:
'Cruelty is the real bad,
Yes! Cruelty is the way! '
(Written in response to fellow Drogheda man John Boyle
O'Reilly's 'What is Good?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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