Why is it people will not admit,
Headaches they have to exist...
Began when they permitted them.
And why do those with pretentions kept,
Are often heard to exclaim...
A disrespecting of children done to do,
Is a reflection they can not accept.
Although the proof is there.
Regardless if the evidence of it is refused.
Choosing to excuse and refusing to see,
A planting of misdeeds to disbelieve...
Has an effect on one's attempt,
To convince a healthy mentality is maintained.
When it is too obvious to go unnoticed,
People traumatized by decisions made...
On their own to affect their lives,
Have only themselves to blame!
Although not shamed,
To point their fingers at others who watch...
Them standing atop piles of garbage,
They've allowed to stack and not to stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem