It could have been fixed.
But those who noticed it broken,
And happening to others.
Ignored what they believed,
Would never become theirs.
To grieve.
Or own.
With such sorrow to condone.
And now...
It has their attention to mention,
How painful it is to heal and mend.
For 'them'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem