Difficult it may be for many,
To not become upset.
When fools go out of their way,
Wanting it proven...
That is who they are.
And...
Determined to remain,
To stay that way.
Objecting to express...
This kind of blatant,
And obvious ignorance...
Is an expectation.
In limited rural minds.
Raised barefoot to walk,
On red clay roads.
And...
Adds fuel to a wanted fire.
Awaiting for it to start.
Like days gone by years ago.
And yet...
What may upset,
To let go.
Allowing fools to be,
Themselves.
Always seems without fail,
Leaving them exclusively...
The benefactors,
Of their own stupidity.
And still...
As if an ancestral rite!
The older fools get,
Incredible it is...
How convincing,
They can sell with ease...
A nonsense to have others,
Also believe...
Stupidity to prove it done,
Can create...
Envy.
Jealousy.
And civil unrest!
If people perceive,
Ignorance from them...
Is being lawfully denied!
'This is too...'
Country?
'No.
Heavens no.
I love my country people.
That would be a compliment.
I'm talking about,
'Ig'nant' folks.
People like that,
Seek a doing of ignorance...
As a means to be flattered.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem