They will come to accuse anyone,
Of being...
Less of the person than they are!
That's the tactic that is used,
To confuse the issue with their voices heard.
They would wish others to perceive,
One who attempts to do anything...
As weak and naïve.
When they are the ones,
Jealous and corrupted with ignorance.
And...
They have proven how deep,
The flowing of their surfacing insecurities.
So shallow...
As to destroy themselves with accusations.
Calling the doers 'punks' and sissies.
And they do this,
From a place of hiding not to reveal themselves.
Fearing their tears might be seen...
From behind floral skirts that provide,
That scent of protection needed to deceive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem