There is a reason for everything.
And why false accusations made,
Continue to remain ignored...
By those seeking for themselves,
To explore ways of getting more...
Attention.
At the expense,
Of someone to perceive it..
From them it will come.
But none does from the one,
Familiar with the doings of those...
Living to produce and create,
A validation of their agitation.
To leave them stunned.
Hoping to find their time,
Not gone to waste it.
By stinging with a tongue...
Someone offended will return,
Also satisfied to do it done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem