There will always be those,
Making a stand to complain...
About their lives.
And those who stand to complain,
Sit to say nothing...
When the opportunity comes,
For them to assist to make effective changes.
While listening to whisper judgements to pass.
To not comprehend and have no questions to ask.
Only to resist those,
Showing an interest to limit heard complaints.
But their efforts are dismissed,
Because of their tone of language.
Or a lack of impressions made by appearances.
And therefore...
The ones making a stand to complain about their lives,
Rise again from their seats to say vocally...
What is needed is a showing of a more focused unity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem