Evil people crave attention.
For their wicked misdeeds to perform.
And paying no attention to them,
Is something done they don't expect.
Leaving them to get more offended.
Upset.
Feeling appalled by this rejection.
Then they begin taking other steps.
Making old lies told,
Hoping them to update...
Has a better effect to accept.
And even for those,
Who had not heard them before.
Know them not to be fresh!
Yet,
Less creative...
Many suspect when listening,
Is due to the age and forgetfulness...
Of the teller.
So the respect they show,
Either comes from sympathy or empathy.
And not from belief,
Of anything heard worthy to repeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem