We would love to believe,
We can live poetically.
But we actually exist,
Expressing this existence...
With a bit of prose.
Aggrevated by cons!
Quickly we embrace,
A defense that boldy faces being offended.
By that which scatches,
The surface of our delusions.
And tormenting sugar coated beliefs.
To pray everyday...
For a release that frees us from reality!
Lead by crooks empowered by our weaknesses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
crooks feed on weaknesses