When one critiques.
To what is being compared?
A technique once unique.
Before its time to find acceptance.
Or is it something,
Another does to do.
To have it found nothing else,
Is yet there to compare.
But to critique it for what it is.
Hoping one day,
The justification is created.
For a critique outdated,
To replace with an updated criticism.
Still limited to comparisons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem