In times when forgetting is instant.
And encouraged.
There are still some places,
In which to have a good memory poses a threat.
People with them are disrespected.
Only those who stay angry for the pettiest of reasons,
Are the ones who can claim those reasons...
To be what they say they are,
Without anyone disagreeing or caring why they are angry.
And making sense?
It is no longer as common as it use to be.
Therefore,
Very few pretend to know what it is to pretend they have it.
While those who pretend seem to impress with their imaginations,
More and more people as deceit becomes the rage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem