I read here and there what people have to say.
They all speak so well; they all preach and pray.
They never say bad things or cause any harm.
They claim to be so well and keep so pretty calm.
The world they paint for us is like Paradise on Earth.
The truth they cannot face they always keep beneath.
We all can see the truth, although we never say.
They think we are naïve; we know they go astray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem