Few accept their differences.
Or even respect similar philosophies.
For some reason there is enjoyment expressed,
In disagreeing just to disagree.
But not trying to see eye to eye,
When a future depends on it...
Is a ludicrous undertaking.
With a weeping done in the making.
The pointlessness of it...
Has ended any reason to find this humorous.
Or excusable innocent fun.
And to maintain a focus on this,
Is as serious as children defending themselves...
With weapons to kill a perceived adversary.
And equipped with video games that advocate the usage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem