This is a true story
We suffer daily
This is a problem
trying to be solved in this poem
As you notice around you
Some people are unable to communicate
That's their fate
Which i hate
To say they re Doomed
As children they were isolated
As teens they were bullied
People see them weak
People think it is right
To horrify the poor and geek
So humans see the light
And tolerate differences
We are living the old ways
The strong pick on the weak
Superior races on minor races
Why is it like this?
Why are we so violent
Can't we be as tolerant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why is it like this? Why are we so violent Can't we be as tolerant A beautiful poem.