Maybe soon.
And before the future is permanently delayed.
Many looking away with limited vision.
Will open their eyes wide.
To see what they've approved to be okay.
Has become for all today,
An expensive price to pay.
With a kept ignorance to keep it.
Enforced to not see.
This mindset to believe eventually decays.
Maybe soon.
Since it is too late to await for more time to give.
To the senselessness of petty differences.
And the nonsense that this is.
With a holding onto bigoted racist wishes.
Upheld by those wanting their ideals exposed.
Without acknowledging their restrictions to limit.
Opportunities to leave.
To prevent their own growth.
As diseased mentalities like these,
Continue to diminish until the mind goes.
Along with a price.
And the expense of such needless sacrifice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem