A mismanagement of that which should be insight.
A demand in hindsight.
Opportunities are both given and taken.
Without regret, without remorse.
Flags do yet wave.
Change is something we all want.
But what will it cost us?
Sacrifice must come.
If the puppet masters are to truly move on.
What is control without strings...
A blinding campaign to pool resources together...
Eliminate the silence.
Let all the voices be heard.
Attack the problems and issues head on.
Discussion with no agreements made is just noise.
We must use what we do agree on as the starting foundation.
With these deaths, we must reach a revelation.
It must never happen again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem