When ideals are favored.
The truth shall be abandon for things better savored.
As it sometimes brings nothing but disgust.
A bitter taste you can't get out no matter how hard you try.
A spitting upon the pavement until memories fade.
How could we ever allow it?
A ignorant denial when we know it's going on all the time.
A religious belief of the out sight and out of mind.
Silence we tell them everything is fine,
A justification to investigate things in house,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem