When did lies to tell and told to convince.
Become for some an honor.
And the more this is done,
Truth to disbelieve receives...
A loss of one's credibility and integrity.
When did up become down.
With down more wished as a place to be.
Who chose this upheaval.
And who are those deciding this to allow,
To officially declare...
A quality of life to have it lived,
Should be wished to have...
Under gutter grates to welcome and appreciate.
With it condoned to advocate,
As the best choice one can make.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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