Difficult it is,
To repair and/or replace...
What has been permitted to decay.
With it believed there is a benefit,
For anyone participating...
In a degradation.
Hoping one day to congratulate themselves,
For the devastation they've created.
While debating the next direction they take.
Difficult it is,
Observing steps made...
By those conditioned with tunneled vision.
And convinced what's in their sight,
Has a point of view...
Becoming more narrowed.
No one can chip away the stubbornness,
People like this...
Remain glued to it.
As if historically cemented to prevent,
Movement.
And nearly impossible it is,
For those who have remnants...
Of common sense and enlightenment to use.
Knowing a future ahead,
Coming fast and on the move.
Too many with tunnel visions,
Are ignoring the light.
Because the sight of it,
Irritates not only their eyes.
But also their limited and blinded minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem