There are people selected to sit in positions,
Specifically to exercise their right to stay biased.
With a doing as they wish and like,
To appease those of similar taste and appetites...
Clinging tightly to limited points of views,
Refusing in a stubborn stance to acknowledge...
Either the ones with a higher consciousness,
Or others who may embarrass to have experiences...
Beyond what those in preferred comfort zones,
Not yet ready to accept as is expressed...
As a thought process they can censor but not control.
Therefore...
Decisions are made for a stagnant existence unchanged,
To remain to represent an ignorance tamed and presented...
In frozen molds growing too stale and old,
Until no one is interested to digest to expect but rejects.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your pen is wonderful Lawrence, the truth in this poem makes one think. Maybe one day we will be ready. Siya_! !