Everyday there is a rearrangement,
Of something that has been changed.
For people to insist no changes exist,
Will stop those from being born,
Into a mindset meant and permitted...
Just for the nonsense lipped,
By those self righteous hypocrites!
And too many have already witnessed,
The affects of their 'perfection'.
And the steps that have been taken,
To keep it that way!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem