Rules and laws to break.
Can be justified by those who make them.
With or without criminal intent...meant.
And regardless of public consensus.
To disregard a solidarity of their sentiments.
Rules and laws are created to confine.
And quiet opinions,
Of those to have independent minds.
Noticed and observed,
In a society declaring freedoms and
rights.
Yet the ones oppressed have none in sight.
Allowing to make,
Hypocrisy a religious undertaking.
And a way of life law creators like.
"May I interrupt your soap box opera?
When I wash my colors separate from the whites.
Both seem to dull.
And less bright.
What should I do to enlighten the hues? "
Use bleach.
Or wait until the tide turns.
One never knows.
Your preference one day.
Just may become beige.
"Uh...
But,
What has that got to do with my clothes? "
Maybe when the brightness is restored.
The color of them then,
Will not be of anyone's concern.
Or prioritized to make a difference.
"I don't get it."
The proof is in the doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem