Observation is the key,
That gives one the ability...
To move from one reality to the next.
Maneuvering through them,
Without an argument to start.
Over which is preferred.
To know those who protest,
Do so with it wished...
Their realities to have created,
Should at least exist without differences.
Yet...
Those differences made,
Is the reality they can not accept.
Leaving it best,
For one not to become upset.
But keep stepping through a mess man-made!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem