Listening to people talk about the conventions, candidates
who are now running, telling their stories in detail, many
questions being answered from all directions.
Being called upon by speakers, answering everything to the
best of their ability, strong convictions and beliefs now
standing out above the rest for the most part.
At times though, evading or eluding them, not knowing what
to answer, afraid that they would be going against what the
people really were wanting to hear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem