There seems to be one conversation,
That has no end.
A threat of fear.
And an escalation of defense...
To keep it from coming near.
As we become more aware,
It is best to protect ourselves...
From our own next door neighbors.
With the allowance of deceit and distrust,
To rush many of us to seek shelter...
Away from those real enemies imposed and intended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem