What's right is wrong,
What's sane, insane,
From our politicians down,
To unknowns, that circle round,
We have decided to crown,
All destructive paths that blend,
From the criminally insane,
To those singing, in the purple rain,
La La Land's interminable pain
Crime, verbal atrocities,
Seem to be the forms that Reign
As belligerence is approved,
But benevolence is slain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I totally get it, Sandra. Similar thoughts to my The Dark Age and Epitaph on the Twentieth Century.