That day soon comes.
As vivid as the Sun.
Rising to appear on the horizon.
More to notice than a few,
A feeling enough of that funky stuff.
To determine happiness to have it,
Is a decision no longer to evade.
With unsuccessful daily attempts made,
Refusing to believe...
All the havoc created is meant,
For them to accept.
And not a passing incident.
Like a fashion fad to ignore.
As a Spring event.
This chaos is intended.
Just to please,
The ongoing and unending misdeeds.
Of those wicked and demonized.
Wishing to share their feasting on evil,
With as many as they can...
Recruit!
On a permanent basis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem