Sold and caught up in ideals,
Can become quite traumatic...
For the ones who are still convinced,
Their lives lived are envied.
Since suddenly and overnight it seems,
There is a marketing of reality...
They had been told did not exist.
And unbelieving this...
Many camp out in tents,
With a protesting beyond their picket fences...
To have their standards valued and way of life,
Returned.
And even those they kept away from benefiting,
Look upon them with an amazement that humors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem