Where is it that advancements,
And progress is continuously made.
In a place in which moods and old attitudes,
Remain the same unchanged for decades.
Where is it that has not witnessed,
Diminishing populations.
With a quality of life,
Sliding down taking a nosedive.
Without those in positions of leadership,
Connecting this activity...
To a diversity to go ignored.
Yet not explore the advantages of this.
Who or whom with minds so distant.
Still remaining in the past.
Can not see to believe...
Progress to have it with advancements made,
Determines who chooses...
Reality for what it is.
And kept delusions to repeat them,
Maybe okay to revisit on Memorial Day.
But when Memorial Day leaves,
What point is there to be made...
By those with wishes,
To celebrate it throughout the year.
And years to come,
Benefits the people.
Who prepare with a seeking,
Other places everyday.
Not to visit but where to run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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