And They Will Take Wing. Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

a weed of the real insincerity,
is growing out of you.
I can see it, reading false words,
being a good manner, only for affront.
why are you carrying the pen
and feather on the beret?

when you cannot, wear the hat,
with naked head.
after all nobody for you
will look into the skull.
and won't say, that you have
everything mixed 'absolutely'.

they won't distinguish,
mainly 'similar'to you.
the rest will pretend that he can't see,
or doesn't know what it is about.
and they will take wing, quietly
- in the 'English style'...