Ranting their madness over airwaves!
Trying to find their sensibilities...
Within an expressed incompetence,
Under massive scrutiny!
They have spokesmen doing their best...
To deny their nonsense lives,
Should not be microscope!
Or their mess protested.
Clearly in vision...
Are a people sick!
Afflicted by ideals...
Falling apart into pieces quick!
And none of this had to happen.
But those depicting themselves elite...
Decided to further disadvantage those less fortunate.
And by doing so...
Created their own turmoil,
That has put their own kind out on the streets.
And the airheads are trying to keep these tragedies,
Respected!
And in conservative perspective!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem