Certain people aren't meant to be lovers.
With an undying passion publicly revealed.
Or close associates nor best of friends,
That a family of siblings related by blood...
At times make it known,
Their dislike for each other is not pretended.
This is 'life'.
And debating endlessly,
About the wrong or right of this...
Does not fix the existence of it.
But there are so many people who become offended,
When their pretentions to keep...
Are not well received by others.
And those who discover their deceptions don't please,
Some who are not into mask wearing...
Claiming their lives lived are threatened by enemies,
Are quick to excuse the appearance of their dishonesty...
With wishes their delusions to be accepted everywhere,
Should be enforced upon others who are too aware...
That a truth to live is not a crime as it has been depicted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem