Who wins and loses?
Who cheats and deceives?
Who manipulates religiously?
And still perceives,
Their values and standards should be believed?
Who is selfish with self-righteousness?
Who is stubbornly convinced,
That a hopping back and forth over a fence...
Proves there is a decisiveness,
With concrete and awakened consciousness?
Who defends when offended by the most trivial of deeds?
Who believes they are better,
When excusing themselves when someone else bleeds.
With a showing of a hollowness as an empty apology is given.
'What are you saying?
I paid five dollars for this bushel of apples.
I would have picked them myself.
But I was not dressed for the occasion.
And you have the audacity to imply,
I am not caring?
And I am here to deliver to prove I do?
Do you want them or not?
And don't forget,
I've only requested you pay half the price.'
What a friend!
'Finally you have begun to realize it.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem