It has to be admitted,
People disgruntled can gather quickly...
To decide amongst themselves whomever they wish,
To successfully dismiss.
And after doing this begin to solicit those better qualified.
With verifiable actions done that appeases to please everyone.
And...
As discovery reveals as it always does,
Those people they decided to quickly dismiss...
Were the ones who produced and did not take time to gossip.
With a doing to achieve.
Regardless who perceived their deeds did not please.
'So...
What is it we do to approve the next step?
All we've done was gossip.
And I confess I did that best.'
~There's got to be someone left,
We can scrutinize to eventually despise.
And someone willing to get their neck chopped off.~
'But no one like that is part of our clique.
No one like that is left to exist.
Who got us into to trifling dilemma in the first place? '
~Don't call it 'trifling'!
We are just exercising our options.~
'Why are you looking at me?
I am a follower.
And besides...
Haven't I done what everyone has done AND faithfully? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem