Nostalgic with no gift to innovate.
And experiencing unintended consequences,
From a time that more complicates their lives.
Are the ones trying to coverup their mistakes with lies!
Tired and boring,
With remarkably repetitive demands they make,
To be delivered from their dilemmas...
By using unknown creative ways to escape.
But there is one difference unstated,
That can not be faked.
The ones with ideas were protested against.
And were said to have sought only attention to get.
And today those nostalgic with no gift to innovate,
Are claiming to have no time to initiate...
That which could have easily been materialized to realize,
By those they had from them successfully chased away.
Nostalgic with no gift to innovate.
And experiencing unintended consequences,
From a time that more complicates their lives.
Are the ones trying to coverup their mistakes with lies!
'Where are those 'talents' they made claims to have had? '
Which ones?
The ones that have exhausted their ability to make excuses?
Or the ones they used to accuse others of doing things,
To ensure they get done?
Which talents? Which ones?
'The ones I have become familiar with.'
Oh!
Those?
The ones they stole to then embellish their involvement?
You will not be seeing them for a long time.
And that can be affirmed with a commitment.
A guaranteed.
You see...
Those nostalgic with no gift to innovate,
Are not creative.
Thieves, yes. But innovators...
Not from them to happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem