We only become aware,
Of that which we are prepared to accept.
Prior to that we turn our backs,
Until the facts seem to begin to attack...
Our heads we hit against brick walls.
As if we had not known those walls to be,
Cemented in solid concrete.
Like truth many eventually awaken to see.
To exist as it is to stay that way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem