There is going to be change.
One way or the other.
To reject, accept, like or despise.
And some of those changes,
Already in all lives not to expect.
Are no longer socially distanced.
For anyone to notice or who objects,
Recognizably becoming normalized.
And...
Regardless of secretly recorded,
Police plans to slaughter...
Those 'f..king n.ggers'.
Setting their lives back decades.
Although ignorance like this,
Has remained unchanged and has continued,
For centuries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem