Kept periodic revivals,
Comforted in a nostalgia to promote it...
Leaves those focusing,
On the past with wishes progress
Eventually is achieved.
But yet,
A fear of a future unknown...
To come,
Has many preferring...
Stagnation over creation.
Since what has been revived,
Has already survived...
Undoing a thorough censorship.
By the ones controlling,
Diversity and conformity.
From which is picked,
What best represents a consented
And proper etiquette,
That presents values nonexistent.
'I just love that production.
And the sound of its music.'
-I use to.
Before the hills became alive,
With crack heads, dope dealers.
And embezzlers seeking to hide,
Money stolen from pension funds.-
'I love the concept.
But setting that to rap music?
Would be a hard sell.
Too much reality.
And besides...
A production like that,
Today?
Would skyrocket ticket prices.
But I must admit,
The visuals alone...
Could be worth the investment.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem