Maybe if it was admitted,
As to what had been seen and done...
It would have been prevented,
Before it was given an opportunity...
For it to start with a beginning begun.
But denial has become stronger,
Than hunger itself is felt.
And to admit what has existed,
Will never be faced to erase.
The confronting of it will stun.
Since the doing of it,
Will not be as lucrative...
As the dispensing of medications,
An acknowledgement of truth...
Will certainly come to replace for many not some.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem