Stung and it shows...
Those joke provokers.
Heads bowed.
Those joke provokers.
Once loud.
Those joke provokers.
Gone from crowds to be noticed,
A getting of attention focused.
Doing to choose their laughter,
On someone picked they attacked.
And mocking everything about them,
In front and behind their backs.
But...where are they now,
Those joke provokers.
Nowhere seen.
Those joke provokers.
Or heard demeaning...
Anyone by their schemes.
Could it be...
They are the ones hiding behind trees?
Peeking at night around corners?
And hiding under 'hoodies'.
Too embarrassed by,
A childish doing of haunting misdeeds.
Stung and it shows...
Those joke provokers.
Heads bowed.
Those joke provokers.
Once loud.
Those joke provokers.
Gone from crowds to be noticed,
A getting of attention focused.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem