I’m hesitant to keep my distance
when roped into their resistance.
I do what I think is right;
But I never do win the fight.
I’m not the straight shooter;
Instead I throw hook shots.
But I do it in desperation;
No analysis of its realization.
I feel I have to be the mime
when in the presence of some.
But when I’m on the hot seat,
I turn the mute button off.
I’ve lost myself in the shuffle
of my regretful ignorance.
I still have so much to learn
in the unforgiving world!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, Micheal. You have done a great job from the times I have heard you voice your beliefs and opinions and I hope to have many more discussions like them!