There will come a time,
If it has not yet arrived.
When those who have found assumptions,
As an acceptable function with it done to do...
Most of their lives,
Will find themselves amongst the ones...
Who have relied upon,
The doing of assumptions too.
And without questioning,
What has been assumed to believe...
Others already knew they would use,
To make pointless excuses.
Yet kept to do to protect themselves,
From a fear to appear less intelligent.
Or an ignorance exposed at its best.
But chosen to keep it debatable.
'I was told what you are saying is not true.'
~By who? ~
'A relative of my next door neighbor,
Visiting from back home.'
~Back home?
Did you say 'back home? '
'Yeah.
Where the ancestors of my next door neighbor,
Migrated here from many decades ago.
Back in the 1800's.
So I know what you say is to be disbelieved.'
~Uh...
And 'where' are you from? ~
'I'm from here, you know that.
Why are you asking me such a stupid question? '
~Ignorance.
Ignorance seems to always prevent me,
From keeping my mouth shut.~
'I'm glad to hear you admit it.'
~Ignorance. Ignorance seems to always prevent me, From keeping my mouth shut.~ 'I'm glad to hear you admit it.' *** beautiful turn in the conclusion :) ***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ignorance is contentment in itself......liked it....thank you for sharing sir... :)