There is more than one thing,
Swept under a rug that shows to lump.
And those who say as if mystified,
Others have made a mountain from a mole hill...
Are usually the ones accustomed to hiding,
With beliefs they can dump their insecurities...
On everyone else to accept what has been done.
To pretend an issue has been created for no reason.
Even a frowning child shows a disapproval quicker than swift.
And has a reason for doing it that is connected,
To something inappropriate that's no longer tolerated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem