Fools always hate what is true,
Like cockroaches that hate the light.
Facts can't form their point of view
Their perception's low, of zero insight.
But they are bold to raise their voice
Make loud their empty protestation.
Not about the issues but mostly noise-
No rebuttal, just character assassination.
A man thinks well when he can present
His validated thoughts on a given subject.
But when in a debate his attacks are meant
To insult the person, his words lose effect.
Cockroaches run when light is turned on.
Hiding in the dark, those sly, cunning creatures.
Fools have devious ways of stabbing someone
In the back, because his identity is unsure.
An excellent description. Time is so precious. May they wake up and realise that they could actually stop wasting time and achieve something.
wow great really it's a philosophical writing on life character of human/// superb
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I would like to translate this poem
You are right for the faceless people who stab from back when get opportunity. They always remain hiding and give their opinions on various matters as they are afraid of critics. Very thought provoking poem. Cowards fear the face the reality.10+++