When people are given opportunities,
Repeatedly.
To move beyond their attraction for ignorance,
But keep them like a habit addicted to it...
With a preference and a love to argue,
And create conflict.
It doesn't take a scientist to realize,
Something does not exist between their eyes.
Or sits comfortably to expose and see,
Folks like this are not mentally equipped.
And they just don't get it!
Leave them with this joy...alone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem