It is all so irrelevant.
Your choice to vent,
With the consent of those...
Just as limited.
And this you show,
With a witlessness exposed?
Many tactics used,
Still proves you are confined.
You wish to keep your mind defined,
By a reactionary disposition.
And these are not those times...
To pamper or please,
The spoiled tantrums of a crazed child.
There are too many seeking antidotes,
To cure and heal from this plague.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem