Without laws to follow.
Rules to obey them.
Shown to be broken,
Everyday by the ones who create,
New rules and laws to make.
And many losing faith,
In their once sacred beliefs.
Claimed to have been,
For them a fixture...
Of their kept religious morality.
What is there left to be defended?
Or should offend anyone,
When questioned about...
The value they place on their hypocrisies.
Whether consciously or not,
Publicly displayed.
And...
With that to do.
Yet appalled by the truth.
Although not appalled,
By liars who deceive and delude them.
On a daily basis to accept.
Without expressing concern.
Or feel disrespected as if to expect it.
To then...
Justify themselves,
With a looking down upon others.
To attempt to have 'them' feel...
They are the ones,
Who are the low life livers!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem