I wish this wasn't the way,
The fabricators play with truth.
When the lies are piled up.
As sacred inviolable things,
You can't challenge the fabricators,
Who have innovated the things,
For carving out a fake religion,
And a fake history,
When the fake sayings, quotes, poetry, letters,
Discourses, speeches, miracles, etc., are piled up,
It fucks up society, religion, literature, and history.
The Truth and reality get as such buried,
Under the piles of shitty beliefs,
We're responsible but for tolerating,
Such fabrication and innovations,
Not daring to stand for researchers,
Who try to establish truth and reality.
We all will be doomed for eternity,
If we do not rise up to disavow the fabricators.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem