No one should feel entitled,
In acts that progress
To continue disrespecting another.
But there are those who do.
Refusing warning signs!
And then one day...
Out of the blue.
Lights bright once shining upon them...
Are suddenly turned out!
A balled fist has been swung to stun.
And a consciousness fades.
Ever slowly someone's thoughts begin to dim.
To leave them paralyzed.
Never again to cross a line...
That has been clearly defined and discovered.
Without a hint of explanation needed.
As darkness proceeds to greet.
Knocking them on their backs.
To find a permanent sleep...
That takes them off their useless feet!
'The affects inflicted here appear more like a coma.'
I agree.
However...
What I observe,
Is a decrease in movement!
And 'that' has been achieved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem