Benefits with opportunities were there,
To stare them in the face.
Their chances weren't chances at all to take.
Just acknowledging their gratefulness,
With a showing they were prepared to receive.
But they chased away everything that was given,
By acts of envy and their own deep rooted jealousies.
'Unity! ' They exclaim, 'Will set us free.'
They say this but argue amongst themselves,
Since the definition of what that means...
Provides those who declare wanting it,
No individualized spotlight of getting attention...
Wished by an ego seeking that desperately.
And,
Of course...
They see to it that no one succeeds.
And those who do,
They campaign to see them bleed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem