What can be more sad, than to spot an educated lad
Endow' with talent, the comprehension smart
Yet, turning, somehow, on the side of dark..
An angry Ego, seizing power and the might
Over any field around..
It's like, all that time and money, spent to study
Only led it books - to lit the fire up - and then
Return back - to life - as ashes..
Not Love, not Virtue, prosperin
Not, the Light!
03/25/2016 © Neran Sati
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem