How it whispers into my soul.
The sneaking of my conscience,
Will surely lessen its sense.
A sign of disrespect,
When my rights intersect.
But when things happen naturally,
They can't understand them actually.
This awful event,
Surrender I lent.
Spending my life with consciousness,
Growing justice less.
Though I need attention,
Aside from their determination and possession,
I'll forever sneak my disrespect,
Even under the sand in all aspect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem