In a minute we might think
That people deal with us through hate
And little sometimes do we link
The old saying that good things come for those who wait.
Maybe now the waiting is over
And it is time to re-calculate
And think through things with the other
And give them a chance for debate.
And the debate is this
Not all things are what they seem
Children leave homes of bliss
To go and chase a dream
They do not consider this a selfish act
Nor think of themselves as ingrate
But look at this as a mere fact
What’s left is up to history to state.
Consider cats nowadays they’re violent
But in their violence hides a dream
In a sound that's loud but a plan that's silent
But in the end their violence is not what it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem