Images created and kept to impress.
Have yet to leave those wishing,
For more than beans to eat.
As they await promises made,
Heard to come and be delivered...
By those giving image.
To do at their best.
And nothing less to suspect.
Yet...
Left one day to realize,
Meatless speeches...
Provides for them no substance,
To digest.
Especially coming from one giving image,
Full to the brim with ego.
And nothing else,
But a shallow point of view to address.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem