Wouldn't it be great,
If those who participated...
In the creating of chaos,
And confusion they have initiated...
Would admit it?
With a facing of the consequences.
'I swear to you I have no idea what's going on.'
Instead of confessing their acknowledgement,
Yet first to arrive to declare their innocence.
Looking dumbfounded...
As if a child discovered covered every inch in mud.
But with the same excuses used refusing to be aware,
Of being in the midst and it smeared everywhere.
'I swear...
I don't know how that mud got there.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem