While you were chasing rainbows...
And playing hopscotch throughout your life.
There were those committed,
To doing things to get done.
Some in relationships and some with none.
And the degree of sacrifice,
Only those who chose to do it...
Seem to be free of complaint.
But you...
Have grown to become a nuisance!
And that apparently is your choice.
Since in the background I hear your voice spoken.
To distract and add to division.
Standing up to be heard...
Instead from behind a herd of sheep,
As if your life depended on that decision...
Is an accustomed experience you have had!
And until you have stood in the face of opposition,
You have nothing to say about anyone...
Who has a track record of doing that!
And deserving of your respect and silence.
Or at least your familiar disappearing act.
Either way...
If you have something to say,
You must first establish a value placed...
Upon yourself.
That's if you have one worthy,
Of giving it your own respect!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quiet a rant. One could almost take it personally....but what would be the point.