Does it really to anyone matter,
If a package delivered...
Comes glittered and glossed over,
To effectively keep concealed...
Hidden blemishes and flaws,
Beautifully wrapped to not reveal...
It's unappealing contents?
No!
Today, yesterday and a tomorrow that comes,
It is about appearances.
And first impressions seen,
That means so much...
To those accustomed to suffering illness.
And corruptions to deceive within their midst.
However...
If what is presented isn't glittered and glossed over,
That's the only time people will express concern.
And gathered upset to protest they do,
Why truth delivered to them has to be so brutal.
'They could have at least warned us,
That the amusement park would be closed indefinitely.
To close it to leave smiling clowns,
Left around to hand out messages...
Is disrespectful to our values!
And we've come demanding answers,
For this treacherous atrociousness.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem