People can no longer escape,
From faked and false accusations made...
They had grown accustomed to make and place,
A blame on others for their own decisions...
And a regretted exposing of their shown mistakes.
It may have been easier in the past,
To attack the innocent with allegations meant.
But those who had been quick to pick their victims,
Are scrutinized with wider eyes...
By those released from fantasies to see,
Who amongst them have spent their devotion...
And time in the creation of deceptions to feed.
With attempts to undermine those thought blind.
And the ones who rushed to judgement,
Trusting on the feasting of their own selfish lusts...
Wish with a hindsight that is 'always' retrospective,
They had prioritized a self-examination...
Just as much.
With a focus first to thirst on that...
Without their mental illinesses,
Being probed to establish the absence of facts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem