Can a tragedy expected,
Be one that's so shocking to mourn?
If signs and warnings go ignored,
To the point when its occurrence done...
Leave some numbed and forlorn.
When reality sits and it is scorned.
What is it that one must face,
To embrace truth for what it is?
What will it take for pretentions to stop.
With a chasing of a fakeness away.
A suffering done when it comes,
Should tire those parading their charades...
Everyday.
Can a tragedy expected,
Be one that's so shocking to mourn?
If signs and warnings go ignored,
To the point when its occurrence done...
Leave some numbed and forlorn.
When reality sits and it is scorned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem