Wanted to wish.
Are better and more jobs to get.
Better schools.
Better teachers.
And more to prove it,
Competent leadership.
But few seem to be heard,
Wishing to want a better quality of life.
And this would seem to be wanted,
More than anything.
Since to not have life,
Valued for the quality of it to live.
What difference does it make,
If things to have wanted and to get...
Are regarded more precious to value,
Than a quality of life one lives.
And that quality seems less prioritized,
Than the nonsense people buy.
To not question the expense,
Of keeping their minds polluted.
With the cost it takes to keep ignored,
A kept disrespect for themselves.
And others blessed although thoughtlessly.
A humanity to share and experience.
But yet can not find better ways,
To improve upon it everyday.
And this negligence and the cost of it,
Is approved and accepted as progress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem