The dark one sails through a shrouded veil
And sees through the thinnest seige,
But lay his hands on the forbidden.
He follows the closest route and end up falling in embers.
He watches closely all that glitters
And peruse through with a callous tongue.
He spits fire on the helpless one and soon that fire consumes him too..........wicked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have aptly described 99% of all politicians. Thanks, Ovi
Thank you so much......