If those of goodwill, peace and harmony...
Have created foundations with the spreading of this,
And there are many of these 'structures' today that exist...
With signs adorning them to capitalize upon their purposes.
Where on the streets that support corrupted minds,
Increasing with the giving of time...
Are the ones with those lofty ambitions?
Could they be inside those places hiding,
And too afraid to show their faces...
Outside where their actions,
Would interact with those in need.
And there is a belief...
A faith alone is all one needs to succeed.
And kept inside is a dependency on going through the rituals.
And not performing the actuality of their deeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem