With a swift tongue it speaks and only havoc it wreaks, for wherever it speaks it burns the good and the bad, if only a conscience it had, it would see the beauty and the pain and see loss along with gain, but burn is all it does, burn away everything that ever was, for Fire, like words, have but one course, to burn with a malevolent force, so use your words well, my friend, that your fire might burn to the bitter end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good advice to all....