So many are feeling hostile.
And kept to feel hostage.
With a doing to have allowed,
A given of permission to commit to this.
And...
Going on,
Soon from them gone...
Is a quality of life they're forced to leave.
And...
Going on,
To know it wrong...
Is a way of life not soon to be retrieved.
So destructive is the power.
Given to one misfit.
This destruction has devoured,
What was 'normal' to exist.
And going on,
To witness it gone...
Is a quality of life to once believe.
And going on,
Everyday to prolong.
Is one with power who has them deceived.
Destructive is the power.
Given to one misfit.
This destruction has devoured,
Truth to dismiss it.
And,
Going on...
Soon to be gone,
Is truth and the use of it.
Truth and the use it to benefit.
And,
Going on...
Soon to be gone,
Is truth and evidence of it to exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem