Up is not down.
And what is on the left,
Accepted as is and well known.
Does not make right,
Neither day or night...
A wrong to be shown.
With eyes to see in sight.
Unneeded are sermons to preach them.
Nor from podiums,
In stadiums packed.
Leaving standing room only.
Is it necessary for anyone,
To scream into a microphone...
"I AM THE ONLY ONE CHOSEN,
TO CORRECT AND FIX...
ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS.
YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD I CREATED.
BY THOSE WHO FAKE CLAIMS TO MAKE,
MY DOING DONE HAS CAUSED DESTRUCTION!
WHEN EVERYONE HERE KNOWS,
THERE IS NO EVIDENCE THAT SHOWS...
MY WANTS AND WISHES,
HEARD TO WHISPER IN LOYAL EARS."
Sermons are unneeded to preach them.
When pre-meditated,
Is a calculated manipulation.
Already practiced and rehearsed,
To service...
The delivery of a presentation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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