Close a once open door.
To those with butts on shoulders.
And had forgotten,
With their selective memories...
Who did what for them to do.
Long before,
Attention from their own parents...
Sought with this to get.
But did not for years come to arrive.
While you for them,
Brushed your wants, wishes 'and' needs...
Away from your mind not to prioritize.
Close that door.
To those who now think,
Your deeds to do,
They can afford to ignore.
With a doing to choose refusing to admit,
If it had not been for you...
No one would accept to believe,
Alone they became...
The cheese the dip and bag of chips.
And capable to sell,
Stories to tell embellished with nonsense.
To have it perceived...
You did nothing but around them sit.
Close the door and keep it shut.
Maybe one day they will be brave enough,
To tell the truth and lies told to give up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem