How many eyes will remain closed,
Or opened but refuse to see...
A creating of dilemmas with such frequency,
That an acceptance of a negligence...
Is beyond their scope of possibilities.
Difficult it becomes for the ones,
Entrenched in the playing of games to win.
Yet...Left trapped!
Knee deep in charades and making impressions.
AND...with uprighteous dignity and pride intact,
The listening to refuse...
Appalling and unvalidated accusations made,
Against their wholesome and earned integrities...
Just HAS to be a mistake of identities!
Or...someone else's thoughtlessness.
And 'their' irresponsibility!
That leaves 'them' unable,
To accept the facing of admitting their own regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem