Rating cowards behind a blank page
Mocks another from unresolved rage
A hidden insecurity or low self esteem
May find its expression by rating, it seems.
Posting a low mark on someone else' writing
Somehow gives them a delusional feeling
Deceiving themselves in pathetic pretense
But unable to justify their points of defense.
Vague are their concepts and shallow the mind
Of anonymous raters of the specie 'unkind'
And never will they last nor grow in this Art
Theirs is a sick soul and a darkened heart.
The root cause is there, tendrils lurking inside
A look at the Truth of the person won't hide
They like to put down those who work their poetry
The illness that had befallen them is called NV.
Copyright~~~ Cynthia Buhain Baello~~~ 04.13.13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem