The world is full of strife and trouble,
not much peace and quiet, that's for sure.
Violence and meanness are raging
over air and streets that once were pure. Goodness can't seem to overcome bad,
no matter how hard it tries.
Wickedness comes from everywhere,
stealing and hurting and telling of lies. Honesty has almost disappeared,
a handshake used to be a contract.
Now they give you five, doesn't mean a thing,
even if you're given eye contact. What shall we do when good is all gone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem