Deception always seems to have...
Hands outreached to grasp and hold.
With a comprehension understood.
And those unquestioning duped to follow,
Standing supportive with a strength bold.
A truth spoken if it is noticed,
Is seldom welcomed.
Highly suspected.
Often rejected to disrespect.
And found offensive to those told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem