We have some neighbours
That require a fence;
They're a Circus Family,
Gripping tight
On the high trapeeze.
They fared quite well,
For a high flying group;
For as long as they held on.
They stay at home,
With their children,
Full-grown,
Whinning incessantly.
Uncivility spoiled them.
They have much to say,
But do little to help
The state of their family.
There's internal strife
Arguing one's right to life;
So a tall fence should be good for me.
They point fingers,
Lay blame,
Call us names,
Act inane,
And for what?
Their House is on fire,
They believe all the liars,
They'll watch it burn to the ground
While laughing with clowns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"….. some neighbours….. They point fingers". They have to be reminded that when they point one finger at others, four of their own fingers point at themselves… the Putins, the Netanyahus, the Bidens … all bane for the whole world…