I do not judge what I observe,
I AM a product of my environment.
And those who cease to accept,
The origins of their foundations...
Are those who seek to impress,
With an addressing that seems to be...
Overly pretentious.
BUT...
I do not judge what I observe.
How can I?
When this pretentiousness is kept clearly,
All up in my face.
And as viewed panoramically in my vision.
Although I do make one request.
'Please do not turn this into 3-D.
I am in it enough as it is.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem