The only acceptance a known deception seems to have,
Is the feeding of a greed that benefits the one who receives.
But leaves the one deceived unexpectedly flattered.
Until the repeating of the deceiving becomes a routine.
As if an unknowing of it is done.
And the one who becomes offended,
Pretends a sincerity given to the one unaware of it...
Or relies on an ego to be lifted,
Didn't appreciate having their abilities accomodated,
For the purposes to be exploited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem