Today?
As time moves forward.
And the future has long crossed,
Thresholds of many households.
Displayed with up-to-date technology.
It is the truth produced,
That is questioned to debate...
Its authenticity.
Although defined and documented.
With overwhelming evidence of it.
Presented.
Yet still have many dispute,
The meaning of truth.
Who and how it is interpreted.
And the necessity to keep it,
As a representation of facts!
When facts produced to present them,
Most regard 'today' to be distractions.
For those who have been sold,
Delusion to defend.
Without documented evidence.
Of its benefits to prevent conflicts.
Or confusion to permit.
A better life to live.
Or,
Can be found to identify by anyone.
Capable to define where it is.
Using consciousness to depict,
Its existence and reality with proof!
And today?
It is not truth to produced to define it.
It is how deception is presented.
Regardless who resents,
The absence of facts.
Packed in boxes and stacked left ignored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem