Hazardous is the madness.
And given a public focus of it.
Everyday slipping away,
From any signs of identifiable...
Common sense or consciousness used.
This hazardous madness,
Has been endorsed and supported...
By the ones believing themselves,
Intelligent and born with genius qualities.
And have acquired social status.
Along with wealth to do as they please.
Yet...
There is missing,
An indulgence in competence to prove it.
With a selfishness that focuses,
On the welfare of all humanity.
And an acquired ability,
To express a gratefulness.
That leaves people in these positions,
Incapable to purchase.
Or imitate to impress,
With the slightest hint of success...
Neither that can be addressed or accepted!
"Are they fools, morons or just idiots? "
No!
Not at all.
We are the fools.
The morons.
And idiots they have made.
"I am offended and object to your assessment."
Save your being appalled,
For someone like a psychiatrist.
Instead of a professional observer.
I only see it for what it is.
If I was being judgemental about it,
I would ask you to pay for my services.
In cash!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem