the fog has settled in obscuring truth
deceit is blunt and loud and brash
and facts are perjury
the air is cold and threatens with despair
there is no anchor in the storm
to keep us safe from harm
within the mist the beast is roaming free
it whispers paradise will come
if we consume the lie
but something hides beside the wayside path
the seed of revolution waits
for truth cannot be killed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again the danger of falsing the facts so nicely depicted, dear Barry.Let's hope voices like that to awaken us before damage great is done.
Despite the fact that 46% of America voted for Trump, I take refuge in the fact that 54% did not vote for him. Trump however may turn out to be the cure for American apathy. He has certainly fired up the opposition in short order.