Once you know
You can’t just walk away
Wash your hands out of business
The knowledge is on your memories now
Remember or not
Wanted or not
Needed or not
Man created with curiosity, lot
Some of them sometimes going to far
More than they can handle
More than they can imagine
And they should have known
The price should be paid
But some turn their head after knowing
Pretend that they don’t see
Pretend that they don’t listen
And hope nobody will notice
Nobody comes to them ask for help
It is when the demon of liar
Finally gets its prey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem