It takes self made fools,
Who believe they can destroy...
Those they do not know,
Yet assume they do.
Based upon the creative gossip,
Of those limited...
In life experiences and mind usage.
And often these are the people,
Who allow themselves to be treated...
With disrespect and indifference.
Since their mentalities are subservient.
And their ability to imitate clowns,
Only appeals to those living their lives...
As if a circus wished identified,
Wherever traveling clowns may go.
Knowing their clowning ways,
Will be accepted and rewarded by applause!
Ultimately to find themselves destroyed,
By the ones who have come to know 'them',
Much too well.
With a removing from them the attention.
And giving them what they most fear.
Isolation.
Solitude.
Engaging alone their self made foolishness!
Knowing with no one to hear admitted,
There is nothing like a fool that suffers,
From the absence to perform for an audience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem