Exaggeration?
Or a statement of fact.
Gone to disbelieve,
Blood on urban streets to leave...
Badgered by savages badged.
Tortured by insecurities,
Their ancestors had.
And wanting badly to be seen,
As heroes to fear.
But sickened are their mentalities.
Making it clear,
It is the color of one's skin.
That is wished to want.
But murder they choose,
To despise what they can not have to get.
And if that evilness,
Is not regarded as sick.
Then those colorless,
Have been blinded by historic facts.
Even though ancient monuments,
Displayed all over the World.
Have been distorted to depict,
Noses chopped off.
With intention to prevent,
A reality still standing.
Stronger than cement!
Regardless who consents,
To the wickedness hired and badged...
By those descendants of evil teachings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem