With a making of their own choices,
And the following done of their beliefs...
Why are those outside of the loop,
Blamed for infringing upon their rights?
Their rights to do what?
Hit their heads up against bricks walls?
Or...
Their rights to have no insight,
For the building of them...
That now has them stalled in anguish.
Why do they accuse others,
For the making of their intended decisions?
And why is it these folks can not see,
The forest overflowing with trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem