It is there.
Staring.
Rejected and glaring.
Still...
No matter what it does,
Truth is difficult to accept.
And people would rather have it go away.
But to where?
It is there.
Staring.
Rejected and glaring.
Still...
No matter what it does,
Truth is difficult to accept.
And people would rather have it go away.
But to where?
It is there.
Staring.
Rejected and glaring.
Still...
And will.
No matter what it does,
Truth is difficult to accept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem