Here we stand the pious ones.
The ones who do no wrong.
Here we slander everything,
the others did all along.
We have not got their strength,
their fighting will or spirit.
We prefer to criticise,
everything they do and their merits.
We are afraid, so we act on fear.
We dare not to agree,
We do not want to let on to the others,
that we can really see.
In case we disappear,
to a labyrinth of light.
We prefer to stay in the darkness,
because we always want to be right.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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